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[Tame One]
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Hah! The former back of the classroom talk-trasher
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Blastin off at ya without help from NASA, has ta
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blow a nigga's chest up like asthma
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with raptures and fresh ass raps from wack bastards
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West district politickin like Gibson
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Make a pick-up, and then escapes from New York like Snakeplitzkin
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with trees tied to the thighs of down shorties clearing Customs
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Ready to cuss and bust on any nigga fuckin with production
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(This ain't my bag)
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Back in the Bricks tricks and kids dig the music as we dooz it
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(God damn yo!)
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And lose it, when we play niggaz the new shit
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(That's that shit!)
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Cross this T, watch me dot your eye
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Stay on your P's and Q's, niggaz I've mastered my high
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And when the snake bites and hype blinds your eyesight
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At last, the Artifacts, will bug and have the last laugh
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We're comin through all studio sessions
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Bringin 40 motherfuckers, pissin all over your conference tables
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[El Da Sensai]
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Like this right here
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Rhyme style criminal, with the lyrical missile
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Wack niggaz the issue bless, catchin wreck, to your chest
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Rock even Budapest, who the best, on the spot
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Blitzin niggaz wicked from the cornerback, slot for props
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MC's pop, but run up close into my strategy
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Task be, easily complete major catastrophe
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I be the rhymin holocaust, with the sauce to toss
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those who fakin jacks in rappin know they fallin off
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Is it the way we lay the forte, display my caliber
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Slayin my challengers, used to be a dancer, now a flow, balancer
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Manufacture raptures, dip into my tricks
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Pullin out treats, and singles comin by the hits
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Shit done by Vic, units for the nine-six
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MC El the Sen, with Da Way Like This
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We kickin over your crossaints
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Smackin your secretary up and kickin up that fuckin computer
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We snatchin all the paper from fax machines
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And we stoppin distribution on your next release, HUH?
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[Tame One]
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What makes you think that we can't start beef in a heartbeat
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like car thiefs with snatchers
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Givin rappers hot flashes for actions of our main access
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Knockin out you half-rockin-my-jocks on your asses, like Cassius
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but cautious, these dope rhymes'll leave you nauseous
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(Still niggaz sleep but umm, we still got the)
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[El Da Sensai]
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Picture perfect workin, expert that hurts it
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Anyone with the verse, that shit gets bursted
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Exploit the time, simplify tracks, I rap
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for brothers on the block and those who buy me off the rack
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Attack foes who slip up off the earth
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Jot down the plot as this MC, gets into that ass
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The bass thickens, while crews face their whippin
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Always on the low but, you'll never see me slippin
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this is da way
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