Songtext Wrong side of da tracks Artefact

Wrong side of da tracks

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 don't wanna see me grow to get my cash flow

I have no remorse, so check me out in The Source



Chorus (2X)



Verse Three: Tame One, El Da Sensai

I burn my name up quick like a Thai stick

As red as my eyes get I still rocks the fly shit

Back with some ultra flat black catchin wreck in a sec

Wet paint, ain't shit, when I'm on the set

I'm live like the third rail, on time like a fast train

The name Tame alone got fame so fuck a last name

I tags mad when I drag a fat sack of ism

Comin out with New Editions like Mike Bivins

I get a sticker from my nigga with the bag of em

Write my name on em then I peel off the back of em

And stick em to victims of underground systems

Let the toys bring the noise, me and my boys are gonna diss em

In conclusion don't snooze when two niggaz from the Jerz

Kick the mad graffiti slurs and kick the bass to the curb

The Artifacts Jack, bringin the art of facts back

Some seem to forget about the ebony that caught wreck

So remember this you're tender when you slip in to enter

The Artifacts zone cause graffiti's still growin

To kick ass pizazz slash let me tag

Why is that black?Because the wack jack was known as a fag

So don't cross the path that's the gat to your back

The Artifacts out, wrong side of da tracks



Chorus (2X)