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