Verse One: Tame One     I'm out to bomb like Vietnam under the same name Tame One  The bad one, ink flow master bastard with the Magnum  I tags up quick, and then I steps to the exit  When it's time to get sefted or flex on some fresh shit  Some wack crook stole my black book I know who took it  I know his whole tag because the fag writes his name crooked  The ink I use might stink, but you gotta think  I got my props Hoppes, cause my tags don't shrink  I'm taggin and baggin bitches cause my name, is famous in the street  Cause they know my name's from cruising in the Jeeps  So yo, grab a can and put your man up and stand up  For the fresh never stale niggaz off the third rail  Deep dark and black like the Magnum I pack  It's that Artifacts chat from the wrong side of da tracks     Chorus: repeat 2X     The Artifacts are from the wrong, side of da tracks  The Artifacts are from the wrong side     Verse Two: El Da Sensai  I load my backpack with spray paint Girbaud couldn't spark the  Tagging up a train I catch the pound take a trip  To the train yards and think back, when I used to write that  Shit that used to hit, had all the mad color tips  Breakin was my thing I used to spin the back  I never thought I'd spin the wax, with tracks to make your hands clap  I could've went the other way but no haps  I got my dap on the map with the Bic down to a spray cap  Niggaz used to doubt to my clout but now I turn em out  They shout my shout out uptown, like they wanna be down  Avoid the crowds that wanna stab me in the back enough of that  Watch the third rail track, cause I don't wanna get zapped  Pieces I burn to show my name no shame  Don't wanna put the blame down on my nigga Tame  Brothers