No matter what groups you book, I still jam like Sam Cooke
 Took a whole click out, and had the soundman flippin
 kickin wicked freestyle to shit on niggaz with the writtens
 Check my computer type graphics, niggaz get they ass kicked
 quick if they try to flip like ashes, I'm
 never passive, as is, yo you see the flow yo what happened
 Check out them niggaz rappin
 The clap of the crowd be showin me love like Cupid
 Loop it back, shit slams like I dished off to Shaq
 My crew stay strapped with battle raps on cap
 We ready to clap on chaps who make up half you sucker rap acts
 I'm intact with facts, MC's can't compete with these treats
 And Shawn J P. with the beats, unleash
 talents, balance, styles extra-ordinary
 with the vocabulary, no other buries
 We know schematics on rapper's theatrics
 Only a few can freak status, Artifacts techniques
 can freak from here to Dalls, leavin you to clean up
 like Alice, shit's thick like smoke from out the chalice
 The weak we em-barr-ass, showin no pity on your city
 We either play you live or have you taped in like MIDI (who)
 The Brick City Committee comin through a nigga soundset
 This round's for all our niggaz that didn't get down yet
 Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
 From off the back of the bus, the 31 Bumrush
 Crews we breeze through, you don't know, you need to
 tell the soundman, don't touch nothin but the EQ
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 Deafenin, lethal weapon steppin with the props
 Seekin through your sale racks and peepin all mall cops
 In to win, tall like, Paul Bunyan, the bass line's drummin
 Meanin that the Notty Headed Nigguz comin
 Lights, camera! Act like you wanna bring the dra-ma
 I make it hotter than all of Atlanta, ready to act up
 My Hooterville upbringin is swingin upon ya son
 Gunnin for your under the name of Tame One
 Yo, eyes focused, lips ready to toke it
 You'll choke on my skit, your dilemma is to quit
 flip scripts, who's the winner takin out all beginners
 in an instant, my style's polished and stain resistant
 The E&J sipper blunt ripper nigga flips your bitch ass
 With better effects, we go to war like George Lu-cas
 Toucan Sam and we be the Mister Man simply put
 Your twelve inch could barely make a foot
 We got bombs, my momma told me no when I was younger
 but I told her, "I don't cry on no shoulders I'm a soldier"
 Let me show ya, how we can rock a crowd like Ayatollah
 Check the folder (here we go check it out right now)
 Now you got the scoop, check the Guess troop low
 On the chest, niggaz still use the word fresh blessed
 You see the structure, builder, constructer
 Bust a, nother with the skills that I muster
 Up touche you check the rhyme forte
 Artifacts, Tame One, and MC El the Sensai
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