[Verse 1: Tame One]

I like to rip off mics and clock off dice that roll funny

Getting blunted off somebody's ho money

Honeys beeping 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, proving who got the bomb like Russia

Friendly neighborhood rap hood, with goods

Could it be? Yes, no question

Now let's start up the session

Kick a rap out til I black out, check out when I wreck out

Throwing backs out, laughing out loud when niggas 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

Analyzing more spots than Matlock

Now I got this rapping shit on padlock

You only half-rock, my shit returns like resurrections in religion

Was fucking with the fact we only bullshitting

[Verse 2: El Da Sensai & Tame One]

Yo

Start taking notes, stating all quotes

Niggas couldn't see me through an optometrist scope

Open, by the rhythm MCs that's hardest

New Jerusalem, Artifacts be the oddest

Main target, crews who think they bringing the news

Who's this? Kicking 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

Staying real like Erick Sermon

Drunk off the funk like it was bourbon

Rolling up Big Willie like Suburban, Blazers make a wager

Tamer blows up like a pager

Making you wake up early, tell your girlie turn my tape up

Wait up, let me lace up the place like boots

Make loot, and Proceed to rock like Roots

I tear the roof off, and when I fuck don't take my boots off

I shoot from the lip, and make your nose glow like Rudolph

You soft, so let me hit you off with all the hardness

Artifacts shit, we got the hard shit regardless