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