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 da tracks



Chorus: repeat 2X



The Artifacts are from the wrong, side of da tracks

The Artifacts are from the wrong side



Verse Two: El Da 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 thought I'd spin the wax, with tracks to make your hands clap

I could've went the other way but no haps

I got my dap on the map with the Bic 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

Avoid the crowds that wanna stab me in the back enough of that

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

Pieces I burn to show my name no shame

Don't wanna put the blame down on my nigga Tame

Brothers