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The ultimate

Transmitting live via satellite
(uh, yeah... who we be) hah
The one's two's (we be the next man, to get wreck and)
to the three's, to the four's, to the five's, uhh
Intro/Chorus:
You know the time when we rock the spot
Artifacts, New Jeruz, catch wreck and get the props
You know the time when we rock the shit
Tame One and MC El we be the ultimate
Verse One: El Da Sensai, Tame One
We bring forth the swords in rap sports
Niggaz play the bench for us, overtime if niggaz wanna shine
Divine with the intricate shit, who wanna bring it
to the table able now it's stable on the disc
The Heineken bottle catcher, drops ya, slasher
Dat's the the bastard with the fastest ass capture
No moonwalk, my tune's talk all by they fuckin lonely
Phone me home I'm in the middle like I'm Monie (E.T.)
Love to do dubs on deck without a mic check
Collect no checks (huh) but catch wreck on sets
(Deuce deuce nigga! What? L.O.D. too)
Deuce deuce is loose PPP represent see
Def Squad, Boom Skwad, and Artifacts make three
like Dennis Scott droppin one for the wisdom
Cause when I gets em, I'll be fuckin up they system
or temperature cheer when I appear from the mist
priceless, ice-diss and never see another Christmas
You play Risk when you dealin with the New Jeruz two blitz
Without the use of two clips, niggaz styles still be fluid (still)
The cat, darer with the terror off hands (hah!)
Without bands we rock spots in all lands (all lands)
Nigs be playin and we stand for the susbtance
subject's the basement, MC's be patient
Cause all that Russian/rushin save that shit for the dressing
(Word up) BS we stand strong wack niggaz we addressin
Chorus: repeat 2X
Verse Two: Tame One
Test me, the best be, checkin for my recipes (mmm)
Mess with me and I'll be drainin all your fuckin energy (boo-yaa!)
Galactic tactics match wits I'm from the Bricks (yeah nigga)
I used to catch a switch from any walk-by bitch (bitch!)
But now I'm to the break like disc jocks, dis rock is hot
got props and plus bust shots for what I got (booyaka booyaka)
Don't sniff shit but snot hops, you better watch your snotbox
I'll diss you, then I'll clear the air like Scott tissue
The issue got a barcode on funkmode
So now I pack a trunkload of skunk, for the underground chumps
(Hoo-wee!) Cause I bumps in any system, who dissed em?
Watch me back them up from all the way from New Jeru
to Manhattan (Manhattan) satin and silk, kill the best built
I guess the milk was no good, so now I'm classified a true hood
Check this nigga, live on Kodak tits
or bust a pimp, cause I'm not a boogaloo shrimp
Tame One the Jesus and the Judas
Cause when I hit the buddhas, my problem's manifest is deep-rooted
(yeah, that's it, wordup)
Chorus: repeat 2X
Verse Three: El Da Sensai
MC, universal no rehearsal on tap with rap so
magnificent sufficient all that tall facts
from the six footer, in slang I be the gooder, goodest
Best put to rest acts that's less
Sub-regular wreckster, prefer tracks to measure
Size up, MC's that need to wise up, fuckin they lives up
Urban survivalist, live with this, closed style (whassup)
tribalist, that gets, all up in your shit (That's Them, huh)
(Yeah, all up in your shit)
For all reasons, number one you're sleepin
Speakin like a deacon catch the drops my props leakin
(Praise the Lord) Seekin on the deep end, sinkin while I'm thinkin
of ways, to slay my competition without blinkin (hah!)
The ink's on the sheet with rhymes that are unique
complete batter, astoundin feats yo it don't matter
(Don't matter) Capi-talize, while I'm, categorized
The G-L to the Tame to the O-N-E
Chorus: repeat 4X

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Transmitting live via satellite 
 (uh, yeah... who we be) hah 
 The one's two's (we be the next man, to get wreck and) 
 to the three's, to the four's, to the five's, uhh 
 Intro/Chorus: 
 You know the time when we rock the spot 
 Artifacts, New Jeruz, catch wreck and get the props 
 You know the time when we rock the shit 
 Tame One and MC El we be the ultimate 
 Verse One: El Da Sensai, Tame One 
 We bring forth the swords in rap sports 
 Niggaz play the bench for us, overtime if niggaz wanna shine 
 Divine with the intricate shit, who wanna bring it 
 to the table able now it's stable on the disc 
 The Heineken bottle catcher, drops ya, slasher 
 Dat's the the bastard with the fastest ass capture 
 No moonwalk, my tune's talk all by they fuckin lonely 
 Phone me home I'm in the middle like I'm Monie (E.T.) 
 Love to do dubs on deck without a mic check 
 Collect no checks (huh) but catch wreck on sets 
 (Deuce deuce nigga! What? L.O.D. too) 
 Deuce deuce is loose PPP represent see 
 Def Squad, Boom Skwad, and Artifacts make three 
 like Dennis Scott droppin one for the wisdom 
 Cause when I gets em, I'll be fuckin up they system 
 or temperature cheer when I appear from the mist 
 priceless, ice-diss and never see another Christmas 
 You play Risk when you dealin with the New Jeruz two blitz 
 Without the use of two clips, niggaz styles still be fluid (still) 
 The cat, darer with the terror off hands (hah!) 
 Without bands we rock spots in all lands (all lands) 
 Nigs be playin and we stand for the susbtance 
 subject's the basement, MC's be patient 
 Cause all that Russian/rushin save that shit for the dressing 
 (Word up) BS we stand strong wack niggaz we addressin 
 Chorus: repeat 2X 
 Verse Two: Tame One 
 Test me, the best be, checkin for my recipes (mmm) 
 Mess with me and I'll be drainin all your fuckin energy (boo-yaa!) 
 Galactic tactics match wits I'm from the Bricks (yeah nigga) 
 I used to catch a switch from any walk-by bitch (bitch!) 
 But now I'm to the break like disc jocks, dis rock is hot 
 got props and plus bust shots for what I got (booyaka booyaka) 
 Don't sniff shit but snot hops, you better watch your snotbox 
 I'll diss you, then I'll clear the air like Scott tissue 
 The issue got a barcode on funkmode 
 So now I pack a trunkload of skunk, for the underground chumps 
 (Hoo-wee!) Cause I bumps in any system, who dissed em? 
 Watch me back them up from all the way from New Jeru 
 to Manhattan (Manhattan) satin and silk, kill the best built 
 I guess the milk was no good, so now I'm classified a true hood 
 Check this nigga, live on Kodak tits 
 or bust a pimp, cause I'm not a boogaloo shrimp 
 Tame One the Jesus and the Judas 
 Cause when I hit the buddhas, my problem's manifest is deep-rooted 
 (yeah, that's it, wordup) 
 Chorus: repeat 2X 
 Verse Three: El Da Sensai 
 MC, universal no rehearsal on tap with rap so 
 magnificent sufficient all that tall facts 
 from the six footer, in slang I be the gooder, goodest 
 Best put to rest acts that's less 
 Sub-regular wreckster, prefer tracks to measure 
 Size up, MC's that need to wise up, fuckin they lives up 
 Urban survivalist, live with this, closed style (whassup) 
 tribalist, that gets, all up in your shit (That's Them, huh) 
 (Yeah, all up in your shit) 
 For all reasons, number one you're sleepin 
 Speakin like a deacon catch the drops my props leakin 
 (Praise the Lord) Seekin on the deep end, sinkin while I'm thinkin 
 of ways, to slay my competition without blinkin (hah!) 
 The ink's on the sheet with rhymes that are unique 
 complete batter, astoundin feats yo it don't matter 
 (Don't matter) Capi-talize, while I'm, categorized 
 The G-L to the Tame to the O-N-E 
 Chorus: repeat 4X