Intro: Tame One    As Mellow Max passes the blunts to Skully  We're about to come get nutty up in here  Artifacts, nine-six tricks  Sean J. with the beat  Complete, with the Artifact techniques    Verse One: Tame One    I like to rip off mics and clock off dice that roll funny  Gettin blunted off somebody's hoe money  Honies beepin for me for cheese, ease back, please keep that weave intact  Best believe that Tamer D'll be back  Get the weed sacks relax, fuck a flick from Blockbuster  I'ma touch ya, provin who got the bomb like Russia  Friendly neighborhood rap hood, with goods  Could it be? Yes, no question  (*DJ Kaos cuts "Tame One"*) Now let's start up the session  Kick a rap out til I black out, check out when I wreck out  Throwin backs out, laughin out loud when niggaz crap out  Me I want more G's than the LAPD  From when I wrote my first rhyme in eighty-three  With each speech released I reach mad blocks  Analyzin more spots than Matlock  Now I got this rappin shit on padlock  You only half-rock, my shit returns like resurrections  In 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 One    One two, yo  Start takin notes, statin all quotes  Niggaz couldn't see me through an optometrist scope  Open, by the rhythm MC's that's hardest  New Jerusalem, Artifacts be the oddest  Main target, crews who think they bringin the news  Who's this? Kickin in your Benz-y box crisp    As long as the Boom Skwad is hearing me clear  There ain't another rapper here that's gonna G this year (yeah)  Lyric for lyric we exhibit mass appeal  Stayin Real like Erick Sermon, drunk off the funk like it was bourbon  Rollin up Big Willie like Suburban, Blazers make a wager  Tamer blows up like a pager  Makin you wake up early, tell your girlie turn my tape up  Wait up, let me lace up the place like boots  Make loot, and Proceed to rock like Roots  I tear the roof off, and when I fuck don't take my boots off  I shoot from the lip, and make your nose glow like Rudolph  You soft, so let me hit you off with all the hardness  Artifacts 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 Sensai    Many ask how I be makin up my shit  Like the format and how it don't match or fit  I just, dig into the X-Files of styles  Hittin while you're missin I'll prove that the child  Be on the different angles strangle those who wanna tangle  With the, Flexi With the Technique ripper  El the, Sensai what the men say in the back?  Thinkin that we can't battle rap in combat  Cease that, realize that the Facts don't mess  Around when we bless sounds down for any test  So bring your nine and your vest  Cause when you step to these men, your plan best to be correct  Interject with intellect, each step steady  Dissin those who pose with beef that's petty    *DJ Kaos cuts "Who wanna battle? No one"*