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Verse One: Tame One, El the Sensai 
*reggae growl* I diss batty bwoys like Buju 
Banton, rippin wan-tan destruction 
Sag my pants to stop the suction plus it's quicker when I'm fuckin 
Split Dutch Master faster I puff izz that causes asthma as dust 
Some say from NJ, quick to give up papes 
Beef'll keep it street, defeat niggaz who sleep 
or reap the concrete status kick your ass with my apparatus 
Those who, oppose this, split their shit like Moses 
My written tabs is rippin fags and the whole bit 
I murder mics and tape decks, so check it while I wrecks it 
far from junkies keep it real because I'm hungry like the Bundy's 
("Al!!") 
Got more rumble than thunder crumple chumps like they was paper 
Eight for keys, make G's, but One of Tame made these 
Conjunction junction what's your function on the real 
My mass appeal is real I swim through beats like Navy Seals 
Irregular, my style, suckers competitors who think they better 
I knit my skit, like my Grandma's sweater 
Nuts who want to inflict, harm against the charmer 
Best to rest their case because I wear medieval armor 
To protect, my subjects, my style's quite hard 
Never could you copy cause my style's quite odd 
Select the best concepts, context to rhyme text 
Plus a twenty dollar bet, niggaz flexi wit da tech 
Chorus: samples of Jeru the Damaja and BizMarkie 
"The tech's technique, cause he's a technician" 
"One two, whatcha gonna do" 
(repeat 4X) 
Verse Two: El the Sensai, Tame One 
I rip rhyme charts apart, I jump-start on the gunner 
Arrest niggaz like Honda from the under never blunder wonder if 
I get stiff, I'm bound to catch an L 
Nah never that I'm down with Tame I'm MC El 
Lately playin Hurricane G demos in my WalkMan 
I walk and I talk and read issues of The Source and 
check out the dreadlocks in Bedrock puffin indo 
by the branch like plants, and do the cypher dance 
Then it's back to the set, to write raps about my eps 
Takin tokes for the stress as I get flexi wit da tech 
Ah, I whip the lyrics up, like batter chatters on the verge 
I sink all ships and watch you crabs submerge 
in depths of the boat doper ropes to distort 
All sorts of brothers abuse my styles I must abort 
I do jobs like miles around the necks of the title 
I win it hands down and pants down cause I'm vital 
The tech, might you wanna get mad, now freak the plannin 
Plus I flips it skip the handscans I'm woozy when I'm splifted 
Yeah still high the ill fly, red-eye rundown a semi 
Automatic Artifact with knaps causin heart attacks 
to critics and honeydips, who jeered on my lyrics 
And slept when I dropped that "Do You Wanna Hear It?" 
Cause from sun-up to sundown, my eyes are red and rundown 
I still smoke a pound if strong peeps hit the town 
I'm flexible like every female Huxtable was fuckable 
Impeccable, dispicable, on point like a decimal 
Point twice the joint jumper nicest with the mic device 
Mighty like Isis, gimme boom I rips a crisis with the stress 
(with the stress) unless I'm gettin flexi wit da tech 
Chorus 
Shut up, you're talkin too loud, you're talkin too loud 
Peace to the whole city of Newark

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