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 the tracks
 Chorus:
 The Artifacts are from the wrong, side of the tracks  Repeat
 The Artifacts are from the wrong side / 2X
 Verse Two: El the 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 though of spin the wax, with tracks to make your hands clap
 I could've went the other way but no how
 I got my dap on the map with the big 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
 Oh boy the crow they wanna stab me in the back enough of that
 Watch the third rail track, cause I don't wannaa get zapped
 Piece I've earned to show my name no shame
 Don't wanna put the blame down on my niggaz name
 Brothers don't wanna see me grow to get me cash flow
 I have no remorse, so check me out in The Source
 Chorus (2X)
 Verse Three: Tame One, El the Sensai
 I burn my name up quick like a Thai stick
 As red as my eyes get I still rocks the fly shit
 Back with some more to flat black catchin wreck in a sec
 Wet paint, ain't shit, when I'm on the set
 I'm live like a third rail, on time like a fast train
 THe name Tame alone got fame so fuck a last name
 I tags mad when I drag a fat bag of izm
 Comin out with New Editions like Mike BIvins
 I get a sticker from my nigga with the bag of em
 Write my name on em then I peel off the back of em
 And stick em to victims of undeground systems
 Let the toys bring the noise, me and my boys are gonna diss em
 In conclusion don't snooze when two niggaz from the Jers
 Kick the knack of peedy slurs and kick the bass to the curb
 The Artifacts Jack, bringin the harder facts back
 Some seem to forget about the ebony that caught wreck
 So remember this you're tender when you slip in to enter
 The artifacts song cause the beat is still growin
 To kick ass pizazz slash let me tag
 Why is that black? Because the wack jack was known as a fag
 So don't cross the path that we got to your back
 The Artifacts out, wrong side of the tracks
 Chorus (2X