[Tame One]   Artifacts, check around my fuckin BLOCK, I X-Men like Cyclops   When I lift my shades up, my eyes blaze Ghetto Red Hot   But as is, my ad-libs, are more wicked than bad kids   Ask Biz if Tame leaves marks like a shit skid      [El Da Sensai]   It's the Mister, on a mission mixer of the rougher   Mix the snuff that get you up ? but no style is tougher   I dismiss crews, I bruise, snooze ya losin   Groovin provin I can do in men who went out smoother   Artifact chart, my rap gat starts to battle   Tracks be fat so who dat? Nigga I be through black      [Tame One]   I get biz on bitches, puff izz with my cousins   Tame shit so wild, honies roll they eyes like Teddy Ruxpin   I hit mad skins, then roll up bills on the reals   My skills mad ill, but chill kid, everything's real   from naps up top, down to the wrinkles in my Reeboks   I'm up late like Leno playin demos from my toolbox   My crew rocks, two blocks away from the buddha spot   I'm out but don't get it fucked up, cause I wsnt you to rock      [El Da Sensai]   I come from the slums of New Jeruz I do bums   who can't adapt no haps son, you know I close on caption   You know this, boss niggaz like Lex to Mr. Otis   You can't hold this BITCH I'm swift like a lotus      ..      [Tame One]   Well it's the wiseguy, who never did a driveby   but I fly zones, and shine like chrome, on 7:35   I, play my Hi-Fi, volume up sky high   Talkin buddha thai, don't bother tryin to fascinate my eye   I got 20/20 like Baba Wawa on a Friday   Buy my tape, so I can put a Cruiser in my driveway   Say hi Tame, pass the dutch so I can take a puff   of Born Cypher Cypher Master, I never get enough   No curls, no braids, peasy heads still get paid   Smokin sassy-frassy, that grows free, in the Everglades   and get lit, trip up on the phone and talk some sex shit   But that's some next shit, yo peace I'm out to the exit      [El Da Sensai]   It's the funky Mister Ripper split your ass   Quick-fast, you never outlast the outcast   I'm stompin weak-ass niggaz, so ready let's go   I gas up a skit, I got the snaps on the petrol   I'm never fake I break the funk breaks I'm breakin   MC El create the styles that brothers ain't makin   To go past the end I run you over like a semi   Remember I be the guy, who's fuckin up your shit I,   be the one to call myself def in any program   Scan my battleplan before I step into a jam   I cross the major diction when fixed I'm a rap magician   You keep fishin for rhythms while I'm puffin on the ism   A Ford Explore, the rap tour, comin through ya door   One two three PEACE, I'm out for ninety-four      ..