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