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[El Da
Artifacts be the best in this MC
Rest any intentions we to mention we the fresh
Newark natives, Polo king bringin the
to your Walkman, check it how we talk and
Breakin thing, lyrical jackin, mackin
All so-called rappin niggaz I'm smackin
No tricks with inflict the hurt like Frank Thomas
To never make the jams, to my peers I promise
Atomic, yet, niggaz gonna have to
what we're bringin to the check my dialect
Alphabeta, wetta, than man who says he can
a whole block, we put that ass on lock and
Styles be groovy, fake can't fool me
cause I'm a fly brown brother and you can't me
Tools be, sharpened for MC's that be startin
up shit, and fuck with, this rap sargeant
Bluffin, bout nothin, in fact
crews be wack, so may I ask, where yo skillz at?

[Tame
It's no doubt what I'm about bustin yo out with my lyrical
Smokin botanicals I be the man that the miracles
Invisible if be, see me on TV and on CD
beadies in 3-D doin graffiti
My style, interlocks rocks and shocks
cause I'm hot, X the spot like Sadat watch
I'm so tight with mine, nickel and dime
are smokin one quarter off the corner from foul line
Prime time rewind and can't find mine
all left behind because my rhymes lack guidelines
Wings get pushed back from to asscracks
So check ASCAP, on soundtracks
So act ill, I can peel a skill fresh bills
Crack a like a Phills I smack more ass than Benny Hill
but a minute, I'm all up in it infinite potential
Newark, Jew Jersey resedential areas I turn to plots
for MC's, who believe what I conceive
Or leave a team speechless, gettin jives to Chucky Cheese
I'm like Jesus to the mic, write My out like Mary
I'm oh-Blige-d to J. any ghetto queen that's
play me too close, you'll get roasted by the human torch
from Newark, I'm blowin up spots without tour
I distort thoughts, with izm sticks and
Laughin at who come at me in soft packs like Newports
I walk that talk, get down and dirty New York
That's why I'm still fat, kill that, nigga where yo skillz at?

[El Da
But, back to the subject at
Peep my battle and I'll be forced to chop that hand
off soft brothers yo they can't
the pressure, prepare the stretcher and the
Cause in nine-six, MC's can't miss
If you purchase this, then you see why brothers kinda pissed
the Mr. Flip always stayin dipped
Always talkin shit, always hallways and shit

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I play the parks after dark and spark L's until my head
and then bust, plus I get dusted you'll get messed up
Rollin with razors neighbors hate me I'm famous
Tame is accurate back with raps fat like battleships
Constantly open a hood rat that's smokin
Got bitches in Hoboken off my potions
Wet like oceans, my looks atrocious
Be dissin vocal I don't let them hit my roaches
I handle my Biz like
Brothers be on the talkin gossip, hot cause they ain't got shit
this... where yo skillz at nigga?