Wrong Side of Da Tracks

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 niggas 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
 The Artifacts are from the wrong, side of da tracks
 The Artifacts are from the wrong side
 The Artifacts are from the wrong, side of da tracks
 The Artifacts are from the wrong side
 I load my backpack with spray paints and markers to spark the
 Tag I never drip, I catch the path, 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
 Niggas 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
 The Artifacts are from the wrong, side of da tracks
 The Artifacts are from the wrong side
 The Artifacts are from the wrong, side of da tracks
 The Artifacts are from the wrong side
 The Artifacts are from the wrong, side of da tracks
 The Artifacts are from the wrong side
 The Artifacts are from the wrong, side of da tracks
 The Artifacts are from the wrong side
 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 PATH 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 niggas 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 prone
 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
 The Artifacts are from the wrong, side of da tracks
 The Artifacts are from the wrong side
 The Artifacts are from the wrong, side of da tracks
 The Artifacts are from the wrong side
 The Artifacts are from the wrong, side of da tracks
 The Artifacts are from the wrong side
 The Artifacts are from the wrong, side of da tracks
 The Artifacts are from the wrong side
 
 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 niggas 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
 The Artifacts are from the wrong, side of da tracks
 The Artifacts are from the wrong side
 The Artifacts are from the wrong, side of da tracks
 The Artifacts are from the wrong side
 I load my backpack with spray paints and markers to spark the
 Tag I never drip, I catch the path, 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
 Niggas 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
 The Artifacts are from the wrong, side of da tracks
 The Artifacts are from the wrong side
 The Artifacts are from the wrong, side of da tracks
 The Artifacts are from the wrong side
 The Artifacts are from the wrong, side of da tracks
 The Artifacts are from the wrong side
 The Artifacts are from the wrong, side of da tracks
 The Artifacts are from the wrong side
 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 PATH 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 niggas 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 prone
 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
 The Artifacts are from the wrong, side of da tracks
 The Artifacts are from the wrong side
 The Artifacts are from the wrong, side of da tracks
 The Artifacts are from the wrong side
 The Artifacts are from the wrong, side of da tracks
 The Artifacts are from the wrong side
 The Artifacts are from the wrong, side of da tracks
 The Artifacts are from the wrong side
 
 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 niggas 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
 The Artifacts are from the wrong, side of da tracks
 The Artifacts are from the wrong side
 The Artifacts are from the wrong, side of da tracks
 The Artifacts are from the wrong side
 I load my backpack with spray paints and markers to spark the
 Tag I never drip, I catch the path, 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
 Niggas 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
 The Artifacts are from the wrong, side of da tracks
 The Artifacts are from the wrong side
 The Artifacts are from the wrong, side of da tracks
 The Artifacts are from the wrong side
 The Artifacts are from the wrong, side of da tracks
 The Artifacts are from the wrong side
 The Artifacts are from the wrong, side of da tracks
 The Artifacts are from the wrong side
 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 PATH 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 niggas 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 prone
 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
 The Artifacts are from the wrong, side of da tracks
 The Artifacts are from the wrong side
 The Artifacts are from the wrong, side of da tracks
 The Artifacts are from the wrong side
 The Artifacts are from the wrong, side of da tracks
 The Artifacts are from the wrong side
 The Artifacts are from the wrong, side of da tracks
 The Artifacts are from the wrong side
 
 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 niggas 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
 The Artifacts are from the wrong, side of da tracks
 The Artifacts are from the wrong side
 The Artifacts are from the wrong, side of da tracks
 The Artifacts are from the wrong side
 I load my backpack with spray paints and markers to spark the
 Tag I never drip, I catch the path, 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
 Niggas 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
 The Artifacts are from the wrong, side of da tracks
 The Artifacts are from the wrong side
 The Artifacts are from the wrong, side of da tracks
 The Artifacts are from the wrong side
 The Artifacts are from the wrong, side of da tracks
 The Artifacts are from the wrong side
 The Artifacts are from the wrong, side of da tracks
 The Artifacts are from the wrong side
 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 PATH 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 niggas 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 prone
 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
 The Artifacts are from the wrong, side of da tracks
 The Artifacts are from the wrong side
 The Artifacts are from the wrong, side of da tracks
 The Artifacts are from the wrong side
 The Artifacts are from the wrong, side of da tracks
 The Artifacts are from the wrong side
 The Artifacts are from the wrong, side of da tracks
 The Artifacts are from the wrong side