This Is Da Way

Tame One]

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