Wrong Side Of The Tracks

Verse One: Tame One

I'm out to bomb like Vietnam under the same name Tame One

The bad one, ink flow master bastard with the Magnum

I tags up quick, and then I steps to the exit

When it's time to get sefted or flex on some fresh shit

Some wack crook stole my black book I know who took it

I know his whole tag because the fag writes his name crooked

The ink I use might stink, but you gotta think

I got my props Hoppes, cause my tags don't shrink

I'm taggin and baggin bitches cause my name, is famous in the street

Cause they know my name's from cruising in the Jeeps

So yo, grab a can and put your man up and stand up

For the fresh never stale niggaz off the third rail

Deep dark and black like the Magnum I pack

It's that Artifacts chat from the wrong side of the tracks

Chorus:

The Artifacts are from the wrong, side of the tracks \ Repeat

The Artifacts are from the wrong side / 2X

Verse Two: El the Sensai

I load my backpack with spray paint Girbaud couldn't spark the

Tagging up a train I catch the pound take a trip

To the train yards and think back, when I used to write that

Shit that used to hit, had all the mad color tips

Breakin was my thing I used to spin the back

I never though of spin the wax, with tracks to make your hands clap

I could've went the other way but no how

I got my dap on the map with the big down to a spray cap

Niggaz used to doubt to my clout but now I turn em out

They shout my shout out uptown, like they wanna be down

Oh boy the crow they wanna stab me in the back enough of that

Watch the third rail track, cause I don't wannaa get zapped

Piece I've earned to show my name no shame

Don't wanna put the blame down on my niggaz name

Brothers don't wanna see me grow to get me cash flow

I have no remorse, so check me out in The Source

Chorus (2X)

Verse Three: Tame One, El the Sensai

I burn my name up quick like a Thai stick

As red as my eyes get I still rocks the fly shit

Back with some more to flat black catchin wreck in a sec

Wet paint, ain't shit, when I'm on the set

I'm live like a third rail, on time like a fast train

THe name Tame alone got fame so fuck a last name

I tags mad when I drag a fat bag of izm

Comin out with New Editions like Mike BIvins

I get a sticker from my nigga with the bag of em

Write my name on em then I peel off the back of em

And stick em to victims of undeground systems

Let the toys bring the noise, me and my boys are gonna diss em

In conclusion don't snooze when two niggaz from the Jers

Kick the knack of peedy slurs and kick the bass to the curb

The Artifacts Jack, bringin the harder facts back

Some seem to forget about the ebony that caught wreck

So remember this you're tender when you slip in to enter

The artifacts song cause the beat is still growin

To kick ass pizazz slash let me tag

Why is that black? Because the wack jack was known as a fag

So don't cross the path that we got to your back

The Artifacts out, wrong side of the tracks

Chorus (2X)