Eastern Conference All Stars Tame One (Ft. Cage, Camu Tao, Copywrite, J-Zone, Mr. Eon & Skillz)

[Intro: Tame One]
Yeah, uh, yeah, uh (Formaldyhide sammiches)
North Face gooses, South Orange Avenue producers
East Coast is the loosest (Yeah)
West District is ruthless (Boom Squad, nigga!)
We leave you toothless (P-P-P)
Eastern Conference All Stars, ah!
Ghetto Stars (Like this)

[Verse 1: Tame One]
The hip-hop Anthony Perkins, constantly merking
For certain. Excuse me. Y’all say for sheez-ay
Dogs like me be like, “We want Eazy!”
Tame One be talking greasy, this be Tamer
D-Day, burning more red lines than eight major
Freeways. My motto is, “Fuck you, don’t
Follow.” Skirts who won’t swallow’ll get stunt
Tomorrow. Oh well, I still can’t tell. You acting
Beat, bitch. Beat it. No secret, I’ll merk you
Half-weeded, my bars are like Xanaxes
Broken down to fours, they bring down yours
Enpsychlopedia Brown kick it in, punk!

[Verse 2: Copywrite]
In this most aggressive artform, none of you bastards want it
‘Cause I don’t paint on a canvas, I slam rappers on it
Laughing at clowns with their demos, passing ‘em out
Pass it to me, get it tossed to the trash with a smile
Bad Boy with a long barrel that’s all narrow
Shyne behind bars like Jamal Barrow
You got a cast-iron stomach? Let’s see how
Strong it is when I cock this and blast iron from it
You flow sick but too slow spitting your coldest
I’ll come up with a cure before any symptoms are noticed
You trying to shit on me? It’s a dream. I got
A way/weigh with words like alphabet soup on a triple beam