One two, once again  Who be the next man to get wreck and  Artifacts, remix, Showbiz, D.I.T.C.  One, one, one two three four five    Verse One: El Da Sensai, Tame One    We bring forth the swords in rap sports  Niggaz play the bench for us, overtime if niggaz wanna shine  But I'm, the rhyme don taking out imposters  Proper with these fat tips, practice good posture  Not a, liquor sipper drug-transacter  Rapper-turned-actor nor be a lyrical slackard  Rapper for today's youth, check the attribute  Name Sensai, AOF, make niggaz regroup  Scoop these, ramsacked tracks like jewel thieves  Break it down to the matter cause the chatter's on squeeze    LADIES AND GENTS!!! We represent and take offense  To all the nonsense, here to resurrect like Com Sense  We rhymin fresh, nonetheless, don't stress the messengers  Boucning to the beat like big breastses  After this rap skit, kids go back and practice, lackin this  Lyrical tactics when they match wits, who the?  Captains over the boom bips  Rippin over the music when I use  Just before I black out and I lose it  Able to stable a turntable  Raping record labels for papers, press record, tape us    Chorus: repeat 2X    You know the time when we rock the spot  Artifacts, New Jeruz, catch wreck and get the props  You know the time when we rock the shit  Tame One and MC El we be the ultimate    Verse Two: El Da Sensai    The fly style terrorist, blitzed to fits  Different vocals for the locals tricks for the remix, pick  Notes, quote, still fresh when ass-broke  Past Go, when I move rap you in my lasso  Flow, pro-fessional, casual, on point, New  Jersey niggaz with the shit that's natural  Put words into patterns scheme plans for any man who think  He know the time and his rhyme don't stink  We be the ultimate (Ultimate what?) Plus  Lyrical performance making sense a must  Bust back, with compositions paragraphs on your phonograph  As is, producer credit under Showbiz  That's Them blend lick shot, movin with strategical  Lethal, rhyme style, considered unbelievable    Chorus    Verse Three: Tame One    Picture this like it's a cinema flick  We in the midst of taking over this, half of you  Crabs don't even notice this, scope this  We know the risk and still take it, we could make it  We've already been the underrated  If I shine I shine, if I brick I just brick  If you diss, we can take it to the curb like dog shit  I'm not in it for the gimmicks, satisfying critics  I just want my own like the Hasidics  Mine on the sidelines, MC's Hail Mary  But I be in the box kicking my commentary  Quick to bury MC crews who lose at my circumfrence  And hit em with the spit I roll my blunts with  It be the ultimate, fuck the dumb shit we run it half-blunted  Or crazy drunk off the eight hundred    Chorus