Lyric Notty Headed Nigguhz
[Tame One]
Artifacts, check around my fuckin BLOCK, I X-Men like Cyclops
When I lift my shades up, my eyes blaze Ghetto Red Hot
But as is, my ad-libs, are more wicked than bad kids
Ask Biz if Tame leaves marks like a shit skid
[El Da Sensai]
It s the Mister, on a mission mixer of the rougher
Mix the snuff that get you up ? but no style is tougher
I dismiss crews, I bruise, snooze ya losin
Groovin provin I can do in men who went out smoother
Artifact chart, my rap gat starts to battle
Tracks be fat so who dat? Nigga I be through black
[Tame One]
I get biz on bitches, puff izz with my cousins
Tame shit so wild, honies roll they eyes like Teddy Ruxpin
I hit mad skins, then roll up bills on the reals
My skills mad ill, but chill kid, everything s real
from naps up top, down to the wrinkles in my Reeboks
I m up late like Leno playin demos from my toolbox
My crew rocks, two blocks away from the buddha spot
I m out but don t get it fucked up, cause I wsnt you to rock
[El Da Sensai]
I come from the slums of New Jeruz I do bums
who can t adapt no haps son, you know I close on caption
You know this, boss niggaz like Lex to Mr. Otis
You can t hold this BITCH I m swift like a lotus
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[Tame One]
Well it s the wiseguy, who never did a driveby
but I fly zones, and shine like chrome, on 7:35
I, play my Hi-Fi, volume up sky high
Talkin buddha thai, don t bother tryin to fascinate my eye
I got 20/20 like Baba Wawa on a Friday
Buy my tape, so I can put a Cruiser in my driveway
Say hi Tame, pass the dutch so I can take a puff
of Born Cypher Cypher Master, I never get enough
No curls, no braids, peasy heads still get paid
Smokin sassy-frassy, that grows free, in the Everglades
and get lit, trip up on the phone and talk some sex shit
But that s some next shit, yo peace I m out to the exit
[El Da Sensai]
It s the funky Mister Ripper split your ass
Quick-fast, you never outlast the outcast
I m stompin weak-ass niggaz, so ready let s go
I gas up a skit, I got the snaps on the petrol
I m never fake I break the funk breaks I m breakin
MC El create the styles that brothers ain t makin
To go past the end I run you over like a semi
Remember I be the guy, who s fuckin up your shit I,
be the one to call myself def in any program
Scan my battleplan before I step into a jam
I cross the major diction when fixed I m a rap magician
You keep fishin for rhythms while I m puffin on the ism
A Ford Explore, the rap tour, comin through ya door
One two three PEACE, I m out for ninety-four
..
Artifacts, check around my fuckin BLOCK, I X-Men like Cyclops
When I lift my shades up, my eyes blaze Ghetto Red Hot
But as is, my ad-libs, are more wicked than bad kids
Ask Biz if Tame leaves marks like a shit skid
[El Da Sensai]
It s the Mister, on a mission mixer of the rougher
Mix the snuff that get you up ? but no style is tougher
I dismiss crews, I bruise, snooze ya losin
Groovin provin I can do in men who went out smoother
Artifact chart, my rap gat starts to battle
Tracks be fat so who dat? Nigga I be through black
[Tame One]
I get biz on bitches, puff izz with my cousins
Tame shit so wild, honies roll they eyes like Teddy Ruxpin
I hit mad skins, then roll up bills on the reals
My skills mad ill, but chill kid, everything s real
from naps up top, down to the wrinkles in my Reeboks
I m up late like Leno playin demos from my toolbox
My crew rocks, two blocks away from the buddha spot
I m out but don t get it fucked up, cause I wsnt you to rock
[El Da Sensai]
I come from the slums of New Jeruz I do bums
who can t adapt no haps son, you know I close on caption
You know this, boss niggaz like Lex to Mr. Otis
You can t hold this BITCH I m swift like a lotus
..
[Tame One]
Well it s the wiseguy, who never did a driveby
but I fly zones, and shine like chrome, on 7:35
I, play my Hi-Fi, volume up sky high
Talkin buddha thai, don t bother tryin to fascinate my eye
I got 20/20 like Baba Wawa on a Friday
Buy my tape, so I can put a Cruiser in my driveway
Say hi Tame, pass the dutch so I can take a puff
of Born Cypher Cypher Master, I never get enough
No curls, no braids, peasy heads still get paid
Smokin sassy-frassy, that grows free, in the Everglades
and get lit, trip up on the phone and talk some sex shit
But that s some next shit, yo peace I m out to the exit
[El Da Sensai]
It s the funky Mister Ripper split your ass
Quick-fast, you never outlast the outcast
I m stompin weak-ass niggaz, so ready let s go
I gas up a skit, I got the snaps on the petrol
I m never fake I break the funk breaks I m breakin
MC El create the styles that brothers ain t makin
To go past the end I run you over like a semi
Remember I be the guy, who s fuckin up your shit I,
be the one to call myself def in any program
Scan my battleplan before I step into a jam
I cross the major diction when fixed I m a rap magician
You keep fishin for rhythms while I m puffin on the ism
A Ford Explore, the rap tour, comin through ya door
One two three PEACE, I m out for ninety-four
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