Art Of Facts

Intro: Tame One

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
Stayi