Wrong Side of the Tracks
The Artifacts Lyrics


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Verse One: Tame One

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 niggaz 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

Chorus: repeat 2X

The Artifacts are from the wrong, side of da tracks
The Artifacts are from the wrong side

Verse Two: El Da Sensai

I load my backpack with spray paint Girbaud couldn't spark the
Tagging up a train I catch the pound 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
Niggaz used to doubt to my clout but now I turn em out
They shout my shout out uptown, like they want to be down
Avoid the crowds that want to stab me in the back enough of that
Watch the third rail track, cause I don't want to get zapped
Pieces I burn to show my name no shame
Don't want to put the blame down on my nigga Tame
Brothers don't want to see me grow to get my cash flow
I have no remorse, so check me out in The Source

Chorus (2X)

Verse Three: Tame One, El Da Sensai

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 fast 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 niggaz 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 growin
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





Chorus (2X)

Overall Meaning

The Artifacts' "Wrong Side of Da Tracks" is an ode to their graffiti roots in Newark, New Jersey. Tame One and El Da Sensai tell their stories separately but share a common thread of their love for art, aerosol spray paint, and their passion for hip-hop. Tame One's verse is about how someone stole his black book and how he has to start over. He emphasizes his prominence in the street for his name and cruising through the streets in his Jeep. El Da Sensai's verse is about painting trains in the yards and breaking dance. He also touches on how he could have gone the other way, but instead, he chose graffiti art and hip-hop. Both verses pay homage to their graffiti roots by saying, "I burn my name up quick like a Thai stick" and the chorus repeating the line, "The Artifacts are from the wrong side of da tracks."


Line by Line Meaning

I'm out to bomb like Vietnam under the same name Tame One
I am determined to spread graffiti, much like the Vietnam war, under my recognizable tag name Tame One.


The bad one, ink flow master bastard with the Magnum
I am a skilled and fearless graffiti artist with a can of spray paint as deadly as a Magnum.


I tags up quick, and then I steps to the exit
I quickly and skillfully spray my tag and then leave the area to avoid getting caught.


When it's time to get sefted or flex on some fresh shit
When I want to show off my skills or make my mark on something new.


Some wack crook stole my black book I know who took it
A petty criminal stole my graffiti notebook and I know exactly who did it.


I know his whole tag because the fag writes his name crooked
I recognize the criminal's tag because he writes it poorly and with a slant.


The ink I use might stink, but you gotta think
The spray paint I use may have a strong odor, but it gets the job done.


I got my props Hoppes, cause my tags don't shrink
I receive recognition and respect because my tags don't fade over time.


I'm taggin and baggin bitches cause my name, is famous in the street
I am spreading graffiti and gaining notoriety because people are familiar with my tag name.


For the fresh never stale niggaz off the third rail
For the talented and fearless artists who are willing to take risks, just like those who work on the electrified third rail of a train track.


Deep dark and black like the Magnum I pack
My graffiti is bold and powerful, much like my can of black spray paint.


It's that Artifacts chat from the wrong side of da tracks
It's the distinctive style of graffiti art that is created by the Artifacts, who come from an area associated with crime and poverty.


I load my backpack with spray paint Girbaud couldn't spark the
I fill my backpack with cans of spray paint so high quality that even fashionable Girbaud clothing could not match it.


I got my dap on the map with the Bic down to a spray cap
I have made a name for myself in the graffiti world using tools as simple as a Bic pen and a spray cap.


Niggaz used to doubt to my clout but now I turn em out
Some did not believe in my abilities, but now I impress and amaze them with my graffiti art.


They shout my shout out uptown, like they want to be down
People in other areas of the city give me recognition and respect as if they were from my own area.


Pieces I burn to show my name no shame
I burn my graffiti art into surfaces to proudly show my name and my identity as a talented artist.


So remember this you're tender when you slip in to enter
Remember that you are vulnerable when entering into the world of graffiti art.


The Artifacts zone cause graffiti's still growin
Enter the area where the Artifacts create graffiti art because it is a constantly growing and evolving art form.


So don't cross the path that's the gat to your back
Don't interfere in the world of graffiti art as it may lead to danger or violence.


The Artifacts out, wrong side of da tracks
The Artifacts are finished creating their graffiti art in the area associated with crime and poverty.




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., EMPIRE PUBLISHING, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: ANADON, BROWN, RAY, WILLIAMS, Henry Anadon, R. Brown, T Ray, W.E. Williams

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Comments from YouTube:

@EvantheEvolve

RIP Tame One. Thanks for the memories and providing the soundtrack to my growing up. Hit the like to show your respects

@davidfuller4110

RIP Tame One, you had mad flows better than these rappers of today .

@bizmanarte1449

🙏🏽

@sr166

Boom TAME SITTING IN BACK OF THE CUT WITH A HENNY BOTTLE SON’ werd up mad respect my G… u and Hurricane G living live, know what I’m sayn! G BLESS

@GeeMoney843

Dang RIP. Tame One. I didn't know he passed. Wow.

@jay_wright

Tame was the illest, graff and rapping, absolute legend we lost today

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@vsmith1688

One of the grittiest songs ever made. The lyricism, the beat, the Jack Bruce sample. Just perfection. RIP Tame.

@Heretic_Hero

Which is the jack Bruce sample ?

@vsmith1688

@@Heretic_Hero The sax at the beginning and on the chorus is from “Born to Be Blue” by Jack Bruce.

@williemays2

@@vsmith1688 you a real king fo dat

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