[El Da Sensai]
In comes the ones from Jeruzalum slums
Knockin bums out for clout, Jersey rules without a doubt
On the real, keep it kinda fat for the brothers
from the Wrongside of Da Tracks, and it goes like that
Since the beginnin of time, the Artifacts kick rhymes
straight tape after demo tape in eighty-eight
It's so dynamite, shit's outta sight
Snatch up a G and demonstrate for the night
Sip on the brew, me and you can do the do
and you know this, flow with this, Polo, you know kid
Tame, what's the status on the blunt meter homey?
(Yeah I got three dimes, six Phillies, and some Olde E)
Yeah G you know the program, it's so damn ridiculous
Kickin this mix for all the niggaz and the tricks
El the first half, Tame indeed is on ?
and word to life he rhyme with spite and so dynamite
"Dynamite soul!" (4X)
[Tame One]
Yo this flow goes to all the hoes I ever fucked with
Kids I smoked blunts with, and my ex-girl that sucks dick
Niggaz takin shorts in weed spots because they know me
And to my moms, because she makes good cheese and macaroni
And to the stores that'll sell three Phillies for a dollar
To Afrika Bambaata for makin me a rap scholar
And MC El for rhymin with this notty headed lunatic
You always knew we had the crew that had the mad drama kid
peep it, all my peeps from 12 Block to Broad Street
And backstreets in Jersey where the niggaz first heard me
It took a long time comin with more cuts than Jason
Since the days I had a fade and used to rock in Redman's basement
I do +Poetic Justice+, like Janet played the role
And now I'm makin suckers swoll with the dynamite soul
"Dynamite soul!" (8X)
[El] Remember them joints, we used to rock at the spot?
[T1] When we stepped on stage with fat gear and it was mad hot?
[El] Kids in competition was scared at the sight
[T1] Of these mad motherfuckers who rock the mic RIGHT
[El] Then we was "That's Them"
