Hah! The former back of the classroom talk-trasher
 Blastin off at ya without help from NASA, has ta
 blow a nigga's chest up like asthma
 with raptures and fresh ass raps from wack bastards
 West district politickin like Gibson
 Make a pick-up, and then escapes from New York like Snakeplitzkin
 with trees tied to the thighs of down shorties clearing Customs
 Ready to cuss and bust on any nigga fuckin with production
 (This ain't my bag)
 Back in the Bricks tricks and kids dig the music as we dooz it
 (God damn yo!)
 And lose it, when we play niggaz the new shit
 (That's that shit!)
 Cross this T, watch me dot your eye
 Stay on your P's and Q's, niggaz I've mastered my high
 And when the snake bites and hype blinds your eyesight
 At last, the Artifacts, will bug and have the last laugh
 We're comin through all studio sessions
 Bringin 40 motherfuckers, pissin all over your conference tables
 [El Da Sensai]
 Like this right here
 Rhyme style criminal, with the lyrical missile
 Wack niggaz the issue bless, catchin wreck, to your chest
 Rock even Budapest, who the best, on the spot
 Blitzin niggaz wicked from the cornerback, slot for props
 MC's pop, but run up close into my strategy
 Task be, easily complete major catastrophe
 I be the rhymin holocaust, with the sauce to toss
 those who fakin jacks in rappin know they fallin off
 Is it the way we lay the forte, display my caliber
 Slayin my challengers, used to be a dancer, now a flow, balancer
 Manufacture raptures, dip into my tricks
 Pullin out treats, and singles comin by the hits
 Shit done by Vic, units for the nine-six
 MC El the Sen, with Da Way Like This
 We kickin over your crossaints
 Smackin your secretary up and kickin up that fuckin computer
 We snatchin all the paper from fax machines
 And we stoppin distribution on your next release, HUH?
 [Tame One]
 What makes you think that we can't start beef in a heartbeat
 like car thiefs with snatchers
 Givin rappers hot flashes for actions of our main access
 Knockin out you half-rockin-my-jocks on your asses, like Cassius
 but cautious, these dope rhymes'll leave you nauseous
 (Still niggaz sleep but umm, we still got the)
 [El Da Sensai]
 Picture perfect workin, expert that hurts it
 Anyone with the verse, that shit gets bursted
 Exploit the time, simplify tracks, I rap
 for brothers on the block and those who buy me off the rack
 Attack foes who slip up off the earth
 Jot down the plot as this MC, gets into that ass
 The bass thickens, while crews face their whippin
 Always on the low but, you'll never see me slippin