Where Yo Skillz At?

[El Da Sensai]

Artifacts be the best in this MC fest

Rest any intentions we here to mention we the fresh

Newark natives, Polo king bringin the zing

to your Walkman, check it how we talk and sing

Breakin that thing, lyrical jackin, mackin

All so-called cypher rappin niggaz I'm smackin

No tricks with fits inflict the hurt like Frank Thomas

To never make the wack jams, to my peers I promise

Atomic, yet, niggaz gonna have to respect

what we're bringin to the table check my dialect

Alphabeta, wetta, than your man who says he can

take a whole block, we put that ass on lock and

Styles be groovy, fake niggaz can't fool me

cause I'm a fly brown brother and you can't school me

Tools be, always sharpened for MC's that be startin

up shit, and can't fuck with, this rap sargeant

Bluffin, talkin bout nothin, in fact

These crews be wack, so may I ask, where yo skillz at?

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[Tame One]

It's no doubt what I'm about bustin yo shit out with my lyrical

Smokin botanicals I be the man that makes the miracles

Invisible if need be, see me on TV and on CD

smokin beadies in 3-D doin graffiti

My mechanical style, interlocks rocks and shocks

cause I'm hot, X marks the spot like Sadat watch

I'm so tight with mine, nickel and dime rhymers

are smokin one quarter pushin off the corner from foul line

Prime time teams rewind and can't find mine

They all left behind because my rhymes lack guidelines

Wings get pushed back from hairlines to asscracks

So check ASCAP, on Artifacts soundtracks

So act ill, I can peel a skill like fresh bills

Crack a rapper like a Phills I smack more ass than Benny Hill

but chill a minute, I'm all up in it infinite potential

Newark, Jew Jersey resedential areas I turn to burial plots

for MC's, who don't believe what I conceive

Or leave a whole team speechless, gettin jives to Chucky Cheese

I'm like Jesus to the mic, write My Life out like Mary

I'm oh-Blige-d to J. any ghetto queen that's sanitary

Don't play me too close, you'll get roasted by the human torch

from Newark, I'm blowin up spots without tour support

I distort thoughts, with izm sticks and quarts

Laughin at rappers who come at me in soft packs like Newports

I walk that talk, get down and dirty like New York

That's why I'm still fat, beef kill that, nigga where yo skillz at?

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[El Da Sensai]

But, back to the subject at hand

Peep my battle plan and I'll be forced to chop that hand

off soft brothers yo they can't withstand

the pressure, prepare the stretcher and the Dristan

Cause in nine-six, these MC's can't miss

If you purchase this, then you see why brothers kinda pissed it's

the Mr. Flip Lipper always stayin dipped

Always talkin shit, always hittin hallways and shit

[Tame One]

I play the parks after dark and spark L's until my head bust

and then bust, plus when I get dusted you'll get messed up

Rollin with razors neighbors hate me cause I'm famous

Tame is accurate back with battle raps fat like battleships

Constantly open like a hood rat that's smokin

Got bitches in Hoboken overdosin off my potions

Wet like oceans, my notebook looks atrocious

Be dissin vocal coaches I don't let them hit my roaches

I handle my Biz like Warner

Brothers be on the corner talkin gossip, hot cause they ain't got shit

Watch this... where yo skillz at nigga?

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