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