| «Heavy ammunition, so I don’t have to dip, so.»
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| «Buck buck buck, rat-tat-tat I’m on a mission.»
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| «Heavy ammunition, so I don’t have to dip, so.»
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| «Pack Pistol Posse, flow some more pro shit…»
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| I pack a rap that’s the joint and like to point the chrome at domes
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| Of MC’s who need to be smoked up, like homegrown
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| Ism I get bizm, with rhythm no bullshit
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| My best rhymes rank like a tec-9 with a full clip
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| I’m funky as hell, since I rock the twelve inch
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| And now fakes imitate the great like Elvis
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| Oh goodness gracious, oh golly gee wolly
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| I’m good googa booga good golly Miss Molly
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| I use a loaf of bread a pint of milk a stick of butter
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| To keep my weight up, to knock a sucker to the gutter
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| I empty my rhyme clip, and kick like a fat gat
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| El you got my back, so where’s your black ass at?
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| I’ll let loose to juice to freak the funk spunk no punk
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| I’m doin the funky chicken as I’m kickin like a Shaolin monk
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| MC El Da Sensei with another one to bash ya
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| Lyric master, blaster, kick my skit faster
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| Best in my section, I’m fresher check the lesson
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| Progress is progressin as I’m buildin on my section
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| Hyperactive raps are gettin super static
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| With the rap erratical acrobatical massive combatical
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| So, move over cause the style that’s rippin
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| Is comin from the grand man that is not slippin
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| But I’m trippin, kick the comp romp stomp and pomp
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| Cause my style is flyer Renaldo Neidermeyer
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| Hip hip hoorah, check it how i do tha
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| Thing that I swing I won’t front.
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| Yo, I got the lyrical ammunition to your chest
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| So nigga don’t test, cause my mouth is the tec
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| Kid, I kick the ill skill yo, did you listen
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| I bust caps with raps, packin heavy ammunition
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| «Heavy ammunition, so I don’t have to dip, so.»
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| «Buck buck buck, rat-tat-tat I’m on a mission.»
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| Ya gotta excuse me, I was just scheamin on a cutie
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| And I knew it was my duty cause the honey had a booty
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| I up jump the boogie to the boogie the beat
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| Cause I’m a hellafied nigga, you can call me T. D
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| The black Little Raskal, with loot like Waldo
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| I make Oprah rhyme by throwin chairs at Geraldo
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| Rivera, I joke around like, Hanna Barbera
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| But mirror mirror, Tame is a terror
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| My hair got the knots, my name got the props
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| I’m the coach of the rap note cause I call the shots
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| Tamer Dee, Tamer Dee, I’m showin the mad me
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| Damn style flam and T why? |
| We ain’t family
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| Keep that real, I smoke buddha and pack steel
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| Check the rap deck, cause this is the last deal
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| Good God, baby pah, give it to me check it
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| BRARABRARABBAHHH bust it, BRARAHRABAHABA wreck it
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| Comin back, to capture, with the fat rapture
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| Intact to Tic-Tac, my style you can’t catch-a
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| Why? |
| Let’s see, I’m not ordinary
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| Kind of impossible, unstoppable, brothers pop a lot of bull.
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| .skip to my loo, I’m never ever to do
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| Hot tamale oh golly I’m wicked with the folly
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| All types of sneakers fo' the freaker of the speaker
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| Bass for the bottoms and the highs for the tweeters
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| Sample from The Meters, check it how I speak the
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| Words pound for pound, fuck ten ounces and the liters
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| I won’t sniff Blow, even if you said his name was Kurtis
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| My style can go through changes, from Latin down to Turkish
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| So keep slippin cause that ass I’ll be kickin
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| El Da Sensei, with the heavy ammunition
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| «Heavy ammunition, so I don’t have to dip, so.»
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| «Buck buck buck, rat-tat-tat I’m on a mission.»
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| YEAH! |
| Aight? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Heavy Amnuition , by - Artifacts. Song from the album Between A Rock And A Hard Place, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп