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[El Da Sensai]
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Artifacts be the best in this MC fest
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Rest any intentions we here to mention we the fresh
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Newark natives, Polo king bringin the zing
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to your Walkman, check it how we talk and sing
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Breakin that thing, lyrical jackin, mackin
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All so-called cypher rappin niggaz I'm smackin
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No tricks with fits inflict the hurt like Frank Thomas
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To never make the wack jams, to my peers I promise
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Atomic, yet, niggaz gonna have to respect
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what we're bringin to the table check my dialect
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Alphabeta, wetta, than your man who says he can
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take a whole block, we put that ass on lock and
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Styles be groovy, fake niggaz can't fool me
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cause I'm a fly brown brother and you can't school me
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Tools be, always sharpened for MC's that be startin
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up shit, and can't fuck with, this rap sargeant
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Bluffin, talkin bout nothin, in fact
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These crews be wack, so may I ask, where yo skillz at?
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Chorus
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[Tame One]
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It's no doubt what I'm about bustin yo shit out with my lyrical
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Smokin botanicals I be the man that makes the miracles
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Invisible if need be, see me on TV and on CD
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smokin beadies in 3-D doin graffiti
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My mechanical style, interlocks rocks and shocks
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cause I'm hot, X marks the spot like Sadat watch
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I'm so tight with mine, nickel and dime rhymers
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are smokin one quarter pushin off the corner from foul line
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Prime time teams rewind and can't find mine
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They all left behind because my rhymes lack guidelines
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Wings get pushed back from hairlines to asscracks
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So check ASCAP, on Artifacts soundtracks
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So act ill, I can peel a skill like fresh bills
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Crack a rapper like a Phills I smack more ass than Benny Hill
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but chill a minute, I'm all up in it infinite potential
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Newark, Jew Jersey resedential areas I turn to burial plots
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for MC's, who don't believe what I conceive
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Or leave a whole team speechless, gettin jives to Chucky Cheese
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I'm like Jesus to the mic, write My Life out like Mary
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I'm oh-Blige-d to J. any ghetto queen that's sanitary
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Don't play me too close, you'll get roasted by the human torch
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from Newark, I'm blowin up spots without tour support
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I distort thoughts, with izm sticks and quarts
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Laughin at rappers who come at me in soft packs like Newports
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I walk that talk, get down and dirty like New York
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That's why I'm still fat, beef kill that, nigga where yo skillz at?
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Chorus
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[El Da Sensai]
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But, back to the subject at hand
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Peep my battle plan and I'll be forced to chop that hand
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off soft brothers yo they can't withstand
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the pressure, prepare the stretcher and the Dristan
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Cause in nine-six, these MC's can't miss
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If you purchase this, then you see why brothers kinda pissed it's
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the Mr. Flip Lipper always stayin dipped
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Always talkin shit, always hittin hallways and shit
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[Tame One]
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I play the parks after dark and spark L's until my head bust
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and then bust, plus when I get dusted you'll get messed up
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Rollin with razors neighbors hate me cause I'm famous
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Tame is accurate back with battle raps fat like battleships
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Constantly open like a hood rat that's smokin
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Got bitches in Hoboken overdosin off my potions
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Wet like oceans, my notebook looks atrocious
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Be dissin vocal coaches I don't let them hit my roaches
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I handle my Biz like Warner
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Brothers be on the corner talkin gossip, hot cause they ain't got shit
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Watch this... where yo skillz at nigga?
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Chorus
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where yo skillz at
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artifacts |