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Sahara zombie
Yeah
For all those affiliated
Yeah, yeah

Word is bond, my songs ain't wack
And any nigga who thinks that, they must can't rap and can't get that
I got dues with receipts, peeps who make mad beats
So, if you get souped, I add beef

Commander in Chief of the belief, fonta leafs burn slower
The end knot mixin' E and J with soda keeps me geeked up
So, if you got weed then speak up
So, I can twist up and leave you with that shit in tea cups

We bust the raps that matter
While you battle your own boys, just to check to see who's fatter
I put it together like McGyver, bombin' your rhyme cypher
Helpin' to represent funk like diapers

I'm one of them prime time rhymers without rotation but I'm patient
'Cause Tame One don't owe no station Nathan
I'd rather hide my tape collection like I'm Nixon
Watergate nine-six in effect, the deck's missin'

Crews get taken out quick, who's the best?
Tame and MC El bringin' lyrics to ya chest, one two
Crews get taken out quick, who's the best?
Tame and MC El bringin' lyrics to ya chest, one two

My forms, patterns, some might think it's arrogant
I'm transparent but with lyrics, it's apparent
That I be the greater rhyme stater with the data
Saturn Sega, player, wack nigga hater

Instant flow, like five minute grits flips
To rock for the Jack's haps, be on some other shit
Uncover skits like a private dick hits
From all different directions, chop you into sections

Like a jigsaw, shit be raw, rock for all y'all tall
Raps, and brawls, touch all jaws with the gall
Foot in the mix like Hammer grammar forms, check the track
Flip the song, 'Hits From the Bong', wrong

Side bumpin' in your ride, graffitism
Tokin'ism gaggin' off the lyrical jism
New Jersey native, creative with the sorts
B-boy wishin' for battles check the injury report

But there are no flaws in this rap lord's rest
Open wide niggaz, we bring it to ya chest

Crews get taken out quick, who's the best?
Tame and MC El bringin' lyrics to ya chest, one two
Crews get taken out quick, who's the best?
Tame and MC El bringin' lyrics to ya chest, one two
Sahara zombie   Yeah   For all those affiliated   Yeah, yeah      Word is bond, my songs ain't wack   And any nigga who thinks that, they must can't rap and can't get that   I got dues with receipts, peeps who make mad beats   So, if you get souped, I add beef      Commander in Chief of the belief, fonta leafs burn slower   The end knot mixin' E and J with soda keeps me geeked up   So, if you got weed then speak up   So, I can twist up and leave you with that shit in tea cups      We bust the raps that matter   While you battle your own boys, just to check to see who's fatter   I put it together like McGyver, bombin' your rhyme cypher   Helpin' to represent funk like diapers      I'm one of them prime time rhymers without rotation but I'm patient   'Cause Tame One don't owe no station Nathan   I'd rather hide my tape collection like I'm Nixon   Watergate nine-six in effect, the deck's missin'      Crews get taken out quick, who's the best?   Tame and MC El bringin' lyrics to ya chest, one two   Crews get taken out quick, who's the best?   Tame and MC El bringin' lyrics to ya chest, one two      My forms, patterns, some might think it's arrogant   I'm transparent but with lyrics, it's apparent   That I be the greater rhyme stater with the data   Saturn Sega, player, wack nigga hater      Instant flow, like five minute grits flips   To rock for the Jack's haps, be on some other shit   Uncover skits like a private dick hits   From all different directions, chop you into sections      Like a jigsaw, shit be raw, rock for all y'all tall   Raps, and brawls, touch all jaws with the gall   Foot in the mix like Hammer grammar forms, check the track   Flip the song, 'Hits From the Bong', wrong      Side bumpin' in your ride, graffitism   Tokin'ism gaggin' off the lyrical jism   New Jersey native, creative with the sorts   B-boy wishin' for battles check the injury report      But there are no flaws in this rap lord's rest   Open wide niggaz, we bring it to ya chest      Crews get taken out quick, who's the best?   Tame and MC El bringin' lyrics to ya chest, one two   Crews get taken out quick, who's the best?   Tame and MC El bringin' lyrics to ya chest, one two
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