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[El Da Sensei]
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My characteristics be mistic, you ask who is it
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doin it, with the next type of tecs running through it
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The bullshit, I mean, rap style clean
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while I lean my 6 foot frame, Tame's the other being
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Seeing that niggas wack, time to take it back to basics
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Like saucony sneakers or a pair of Asics
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Don't hate this- analyst, hip hop activist
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battle tecnician who be on a mission now listen
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[Tame One]
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Tame One got more grip than gore tex
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I'm comin through your set like CBS
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writing my name up in your projects
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Who wanna test me when I'm sess-ted
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Pushing the paragraph like it's a Lexus
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I come off hot like Texas
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My west disrtict predicts that I'm the shit
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So I walk through the bricks and shoot the gif like it's a full fifth
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I bring the ruckus filling dutches with dust
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I spread love like Take 6 until the whole spliff bust
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[El]
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We wish to diminish MC frauds who need to check
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into a rap clinic, thinking that they all in it
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My message to those is right down to the core
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kick your best MC and all his niggas through the door
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3-point offense, defense level's high
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Stamina a hundred, leave your team ass dry
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[Tame]
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It's still our nature to hate ya
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play you out like Las Vegas
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cause my crew's got more game than 16 Segas
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with adaptors, battling wack rappers and actors for all their stacks
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and keeping my family fucked up like the Jacksons
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[El]
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Yo, you couldn't find my dap if you tried to use a map
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or instructions, the number ones sold, guns be bustin so
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Best to recognize, eyes is on the prize
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watching for spies who want a piece of the lyrical pie
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[Tame]
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Crews be flippin like they really wanna die
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but when I ease up, they freeze and can't look me in the eye
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I got folders on the jokers who talk trash
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They never walk past, cause I be checkin for they're hall pass
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Haul ass and let me shine like glass do
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when I die make a statue, I get in you like a tattoo
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I pay homage to all the bombers that I'm fly with
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enduring politics and getting paid off of some side shit
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[El]
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I push niggas back who lack skills to hold their own
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Jackin other brothers' styles way that they can zone
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Prone to dismantle your insides like Mickey Mantle
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My form lasts long, like trick candles
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You see the work of these rhyme experts
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that hurt niggas in cyphers to make the other states liver
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Survivors of the fittest light the graf then ASCAP
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Sen-S-E-I peep the next paragraph
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[Tame]
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In all actu-al my style's wilder than a crack spot
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I'm illin, using the putas you buildin as my backdrop
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I paint a picture perfect with a thousand pencils
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From the back of Continentals, Lincolns, drinkin, thinkin mental
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You better look through your girl's tape collection
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cause this next subject might have a nigga second-guessing
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I wanna do raps and get fat like Apache
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so I can get nasty and dis a nigga like a taxi
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[El]
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My exquisite exhibit has facts in this specific
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Most niggas boast how they represent and come with it
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But whose the rudest boys, coolest with poise
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Artifacts be stickin them with rhythm poise
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Is on the biz, taylor skills like Liz
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Tryin to save the culture, vultures wanna run the biz
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You hear my voice more clear, intact
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peep the lyrics, trap my sectrets
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Ill like the film called the Curor
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Questions, answers, brothers payin dues
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MCs recognize, yo, we endin this interview
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the interview
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