Wrong Side of the Tracks - That EmoKid from MySpace

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

Caught up on the wrong side of the law Got caught, got caught, got caught Caught up on the wrong side of the law I got caught on the wrong side of the law Say they charging me for marijuana Like I don't need to reach home 'til tomorrow's Sun goes up Actually they the wrong side of the law Can't be charging me for marijuana Like I don't need to reach home till tomorrow's Sun goes up Sometimes the dragon and the beast Manifests itself inna the form of the police Spot check deh pon the streets, "Out the car" A so dem greet me "Pass the Rasta colour bag deh make we see it deh" Me make them know say the ragga ragga hair match the Macka wah appear In the back of wah me steering No, a no even no weight, a hundred dollar worth But the chalice in the bag did make the matter worse Them say"book him... felony possession." What kind o' law this? Hold on, no Yard this? Dem gimme court date just fi frustrate me That amuse me, mi say "Make sure is a Tuesday" I got caught on the wrong side of the law Say they charging me for marijuana Like I don't need to reach home 'til tomorrow's Sun goes up Actually they the wrong side of the law Can't be charging me for marijuana Like I don't need to reach home till tomorrow's Sun goes up "'Cause I'm busy on Wednesday morning. Thursday morning too." Plus a Good Friday, that mean if dem hold I fi the weekend All 'til Monday night me a sleep in deh Then Dutty pree to me it come in like a resurrection So me switch the rhetoric in another direction Me never know the officer name, #11747 a the number wah them give him Tell me fi sign and go pon me way Inspector walk in like him have sup'n fi say Him say: "You want back you weed?" Then I say no but truthfully I think my chalice is due to me I got caught on the wrong side of the law Say they charging me for marijuana Like I don't need to reach home 'til tomorrow's Sun goes up Actually they the wrong side of the law Can't be charging me for marijuana Like I don't need to reach home till tomorrow's Sun goes up Him kiss him teeth and run me out o'the station Mi walk out a feel a different elation, no Jubilation is the word that I mean Because him think him achieve Think say that grieve me Go back in the car, you know what greet me The one pound under the seat beneath me, believe me Him think him catch me off guard the whole night Him never know Diggy en garde! Sword fight 'Cause I will give up a hundred dollar bag and a chalice any day Fi a pound wah mi save Dutty say him have a story fi tell Me have a story fi sell, fi sell, fi sell I got caught on the wrong side of the law Say they charging me for marijuana Like I don't need to reach home 'til tomorrow's Sun goes up Actually they the wrong side of the law Can't be charging me for marijuana Like I don't need to reach home till tomorrow's Dub style, dub style, dub style!