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(uh, yeah... who we be) hah 
The one's two's (we be the next man, to get wreck and) 
to the three's, to the four's, to the five's, uhh 
Intro/Chorus: 
You know the time when we rock the spot 
Artifacts, New Jeruz, catch wreck and get the props 
You know the time when we rock the shit 
Tame One and MC El we be the ultimate 
Verse One: El Da Sensai, Tame One 
We bring forth the swords in rap sports 
Niggaz play the bench for us, overtime if niggaz wanna shine 
Divine with the intricate shit, who wanna bring it 
to the table able now it's stable on the disc 
The Heineken bottle catcher, drops ya, slasher 
Dat's the the bastard with the fastest ass capture 
No moonwalk, my tune's talk all by they fuckin lonely 
Phone me home I'm in the middle like I'm Monie (E.T.) 
Love to do dubs on deck without a mic check 
Collect no checks (huh) but catch wreck on sets 
(Deuce deuce nigga! What? L.O.D. too) 
Deuce deuce is loose PPP represent see 
Def Squad, Boom Skwad, and Artifacts make three 
like Dennis Scott droppin one for the wisdom 
Cause when I gets em, I'll be fuckin up they system 
or temperature cheer when I appear from the mist 
priceless, ice-diss and never see another Christmas 
You play Risk when you dealin with the New Jeruz two blitz 
Without the use of two clips, niggaz styles still be fluid (still) 
The cat, darer with the terror off hands (hah!) 
Without bands we rock spots in all lands (all lands) 
Nigs be playin and we stand for the susbtance 
subject's the basement, MC's be patient 
Cause all that Russian/rushin save that shit for the dressing 
(Word up) BS we stand strong wack niggaz we addressin 
Chorus: repeat 2X 
Verse Two: Tame One 
Test me, the best be, checkin for my recipes (mmm) 
Mess with me and I'll be drainin all your fuckin energy (boo-yaa!) 
Galactic tactics match wits I'm from the Bricks (yeah nigga) 
I used to catch a switch from any walk-by bitch (bitch!) 
But now I'm to the break like disc jocks, dis rock is hot 
got props and plus bust shots for what I got (booyaka booyaka) 
Don't sniff shit but snot hops, you better watch your snotbox 
I'll diss you, then I'll clear the air like Scott tissue 
The issue got a barcode on funkmode 
So now I pack a trunkload of skunk, for the underground chumps 
(Hoo-wee!) Cause I bumps in any system, who dissed em? 
Watch me back them up from all the way from New Jeru 
to Manhattan (Manhattan) satin and silk, kill the best built 
I guess the milk was no good, so now I'm classified a true hood 
Check this nigga, live on Kodak tits 
or bust a pimp, cause I'm not a boogaloo shrimp 
Tame One the Jesus and the Judas 
Cause when I hit the buddhas, my problem's manifest is deep-rooted 
(yeah, that's it, wordup) 
Chorus: repeat 2X 
Verse Three: El Da Sensai 
MC, universal no rehearsal on tap with rap so 
magnificent sufficient all that tall facts 
from the six footer, in slang I be the gooder, goodest 
Best put to rest acts that's less 
Sub-regular wreckster, prefer tracks to measure 
Size up, MC's that need to wise up, fuckin they lives up 
Urban survivalist, live with this, closed style (whassup) 
tribalist, that gets, all up in your shit (That's Them, huh) 
(Yeah, all up in your shit) 
For all reasons, number one you're sleepin 
Speakin like a deacon catch the drops my props leakin 
(Praise the Lord) Seekin on the deep end, sinkin while I'm thinkin 
of ways, to slay my competition without blinkin (hah!) 
The ink's on the sheet with rhymes that are unique 
complete batter, astoundin feats yo it don't matter 
(Don't matter) Capi-talize, while I'm, categorized 
The G-L to the Tame to the O-N-E 
Chorus: repeat 4X

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