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Sahara zombie
Yeah
For all those affiliated
Yeah, yeah
Word is bond, my songs ain't wack
And any nigga who thinks that, they must can't rap and can't get that
I got dues with receipts, peeps who make mad beats
So, if you get souped, I add beef
Commander in Chief of the belief, fonta leafs burn slower
The end knot mixin' E and J with soda keeps me geeked up
So, if you got weed then speak up
So, I can twist up and leave you with that shit in tea cups
We bust the raps that matter
While you battle your own boys, just to check to see who's fatter
I put it together like McGyver, bombin' your rhyme cypher
Helpin' to represent funk like diapers
I'm one of them prime time rhymers without rotation but I'm patient
'Cause Tame One don't owe no station Nathan
I'd rather hide my tape collection like I'm Nixon
Watergate nine-six in effect, the deck's missin'
Crews get taken out quick, who's the best?
Tame and MC El bringin' lyrics to ya chest, one two
Crews get taken out quick, who's the best?
[lyrics was taken from http://www.lyrics.my/artists/artifact/lyrics/to-ya-chest] [ To Ya Chest lyrics found on http://lyrics.my ]
Tame and MC El bringin' lyrics to ya chest, one two
My forms, patterns, some might think it's arrogant
I'm transparent but with lyrics, it's apparent
That I be the greater rhyme stater with the data
Saturn Sega, player, wack nigga hater
Instant flow, like five minute grits flips
To rock for the Jack's haps, be on some other shit
Uncover skits like a private dick hits
From all different directions, chop you into sections
Like a jigsaw, shit be raw, rock for all y'all tall
Raps, and brawls, touch all jaws with the gall
Foot in the mix like Hammer grammar forms, check the track
Flip the song, 'Hits From the Bong', wrong
Side bumpin' in your ride, graffitism
Tokin'ism gaggin' off the lyrical jism
New Jersey native, creative with the sorts
B-boy wishin' for battles check the injury report
But there are no flaws in this rap lord's rest
Open wide niggaz, we bring it to ya chest
Crews get taken out quick, who's the best?
Tame and MC El bringin' lyrics to ya chest, one two
Crews get taken out quick, who's the best?
Tame and MC El bringin' lyrics to ya chest, one two
Yeah
For all those affiliated
Yeah, yeah
Word is bond, my songs ain't wack
And any nigga who thinks that, they must can't rap and can't get that
I got dues with receipts, peeps who make mad beats
So, if you get souped, I add beef
Commander in Chief of the belief, fonta leafs burn slower
The end knot mixin' E and J with soda keeps me geeked up
So, if you got weed then speak up
So, I can twist up and leave you with that shit in tea cups
We bust the raps that matter
While you battle your own boys, just to check to see who's fatter
I put it together like McGyver, bombin' your rhyme cypher
Helpin' to represent funk like diapers
I'm one of them prime time rhymers without rotation but I'm patient
'Cause Tame One don't owe no station Nathan
I'd rather hide my tape collection like I'm Nixon
Watergate nine-six in effect, the deck's missin'
Crews get taken out quick, who's the best?
Tame and MC El bringin' lyrics to ya chest, one two
Crews get taken out quick, who's the best?
[lyrics was taken from http://www.lyrics.my/artists/artifact/lyrics/to-ya-chest] [ To Ya Chest lyrics found on http://lyrics.my ]
Tame and MC El bringin' lyrics to ya chest, one two
My forms, patterns, some might think it's arrogant
I'm transparent but with lyrics, it's apparent
That I be the greater rhyme stater with the data
Saturn Sega, player, wack nigga hater
Instant flow, like five minute grits flips
To rock for the Jack's haps, be on some other shit
Uncover skits like a private dick hits
From all different directions, chop you into sections
Like a jigsaw, shit be raw, rock for all y'all tall
Raps, and brawls, touch all jaws with the gall
Foot in the mix like Hammer grammar forms, check the track
Flip the song, 'Hits From the Bong', wrong
Side bumpin' in your ride, graffitism
Tokin'ism gaggin' off the lyrical jism
New Jersey native, creative with the sorts
B-boy wishin' for battles check the injury report
But there are no flaws in this rap lord's rest
Open wide niggaz, we bring it to ya chest
Crews get taken out quick, who's the best?
Tame and MC El bringin' lyrics to ya chest, one two
Crews get taken out quick, who's the best?
Tame and MC El bringin' lyrics to ya chest, one two