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Intro: Tame OneAs Mellow Max passes the blunts to SkullyWe`re about to come get nutty up in hereArtifacts, nine-six tricksSean J. with the beatComplete, with the Artifact techniquesVerse One: Tame OneI like to rip off mics and clock off dice that roll funnyGettin blunted off somebody`s hoe moneyHonies beepin for me for cheese, ease back, please keep that weave intactBest believe that Tamer D`ll be backGet the weed sacks relax, fuck a flick from BlockbusterI`ma touch ya, provin who got the bomb like RussiaFriendly neighborhood rap hood, with goodscould it be? Yes, no question(*DJ Kaos cuts "Tame One"*) Now let`s start up the sessionKick a rap out til I black out, check out when I wreck outthrowin backs out, laughin out loud when niggaz crap outMe I want more G`s than the LAPDfrom when I wrote my first rhyme in eighty-threeWith each speech released I reach mad blocksAnalyzin more spots than MatlockNow I got this rappin shit on padlockYou only half-rock, my shit returns like resurrectionsin religion, was fuckin with the fact we only bullshittin*DJ Kaos cuts and scratches "Yo El", "Sinister Brick City minister"*Verse Two: El Da Sensai, Tame OneOne two, yoStart takin notes, statin all quotesNiggaz couldn`t see me through an optometrist scopeOpen, by the rhythm MC`s that`s hardestNew Jerusalem, Artifacts be the oddestMain target, crews who think they bringin the newsWho`s this? Kickin in your Benz-y box crispAs long as the Boom Skwad is hearing me clearthere ain`t another rapper here that`s gonna G this year (yeah)Lyric for lyric we exhibit mass appealStayin Real like Erick Sermon, drunk off the funk like it was bourbonRollin up Big Willie like Suburban, Blazers make a wagerTamer blows up like a pagerMakin you wake up early, tell your girlie turn my tape upWait up, let me lace up the place like bootsmake loot, and Proceed to rock like RootsI tear the roof off, and when I fuck don`t take my boots offI shoot from the lip, and make your nose glow like RudolphYou soft, so let me hit you off with all the hardnessArtifacts shit, we got the hard shit regardless*DJ Kaos cuts "Punks pop junk, Tame and the Sensai leave em all beat"*Verse Three: El the SensaiMany ask how I be makin up my shitLike the format and how it don`t match or fitI just, dig into the X-Files of stylesHittin while you`re missin I`ll prove that the childbe on the different angles strangle those who wanna tangleWith the, Flexi With the Technique ripperEl the, Sensai what the men say in the back?Thinkin that we can`t battle rap in combatCease that, realize that the Facts don`t messaround when we bless sounds down for any testSo bring your nine and your vestCause when you step to these men, your plan best to be correctInterject with intellect, each step steadyDissin those who pose with beef that`s petty*DJ Kaos cuts "Who wanna battle? No one"*

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