(feat. Copywrite , J-Zone , Cage , Mr. Eon , Skillz) 



[Tame One] 

Yeah (uh) yeah (uh) 

Formaldehyde sammiches 

Northface gooses (ah) 

South Orange Avenue producers (uh) 

East Coast is the loosest 

West District is ruthless (Boom Skwad nikka!) 

We leave you toothless 

Eastern Conference All Stars (MFC) 

Ghetto stars 



(Like this . . .) 

The hip hop Anthony Perkins 

Constantly murkin' 

For certain 

Excuse me 

Y'all say fo' sheezy 

Dawgs like me be like "WE WANT EAZY!" 

Tame One be talkin' greasay 

This be Tame and D Day 

Burnin' more redlines than eight major freeways (vrooom) 

My motto is fuck you, don't follow! 

Stunts who won't swallow'll get stunt tomorrow 

Oh well, I still can't tell 

You actin' beat bitch, beat it 

No secret, I'll murk you half weeded 

My bars are like Xanaxes 

Broken down the force that bring down yours 

Encyclopedia Brown kick it in Co . . 



[Copywrite] 

In this most aggressive art form none a y'all bastards want it 

'Cause I don't paint on the canvas, I slam rappers on it 

Laughin' at clowns with they demos, passin' 'em out 

Pass it to me, get it tossed to the trash with a smile 

Bad Boy with a long barrel that's all narrow 

Shyne behind bars like Jamal Barrow 

You got a cast iron stomach 

Let's see how strong it is when I cock this and blast iron from it 

You flow sick but too slow spittin' your coldest 

I'll come up with a cure before any symptoms are noticed 

You tryin' to shit on me, it's a dream 

I got a weigh with words like alphabet soup on a triple beam 



[J-Zone] 

You want a free verse, your label was a joke from the start 

You want a free beat, then put a stethoscope to your heart 

You want free dick, then baby go back to your ex 

You want free advice, chump shave the back a ya neck 

I use threats over money so DJ's don't play my jams 

Internet b-boys wanna know what race I am 

Black, white, or Spanish, you figure it out 

Learn how to rhyme off mine and take my dick out your mouth 

It's about to get ill in here so stop staring bitch 

Old Maid Billionare, Christina Aguilera's pimp 

UPS is hirin' so pause the trap 

'Cause my old gym teacher ain't supposed to rap 



[Cage] 

I went to my grandmother's funeral fucked up in rush 

Stood over that bitch, smelled embalming fluid feindin' for dust 

My baby's momma taught my daughter to ask for paper 

Told her Disney World blew up so I didn't had to take her 

My engineer is a dominatrix tryin' to master me 

My out of body experiences got dead cops after me 

How my anti-pop records get played on tv 

The explanation is the same as why you hate on EC 

So don't be alarmed when you see and my soundman holdin' a firearm stompin' 

some bitches for a skit I'm on 

If my ex try to come to a show to dumb out 

I'll make the crowd beat the shit out of her before I come out 



[Mr. Eon] 

It's Julius Irving with word fling 

Mics inverting, fuck all you stupid Earthlings 

Y'all couldn't shed light if y'all were the Sun 

Wipe the cum off her head and take a load off her mind 

One time could never invade my paradigm 

From propaganda pamphlets to the asinine 

Joust with mic stands, jump over Technics 

My soul got caught up in mom's ovaries 

No angel on my shoulder, just two devils 

Feedin' chemicals pushin' blood past legal levels 

It's the accomplice who's too obnoxious to accomplish 

Leavin' you rookie fucks astonished 



[Skillz] 

Yo, it's the G-h-o-the-s-t-writer 

Conversin' with me, shit, it's like talkin' to fire 

If you touch it it burns and y'all don't wanna do that 

You can talk to it all day and it won't talk back 

I still battle niggaz, so scrap ya plans 

I ain't got to be in promotions to wrap your van 

Cats two-way me all day to deliver a hit 

But I ain't writin' shit down till they deliver some chips 

If B.I.G. was here, he'd say I was "Dead Wrong" 

'Cause I don't get on the radio and say verses that I said in the song 

It's Madd Skillz muh'fucka, the VA Don 

EC MC aka Shaqua