Artifacts - Heavy Ammunition Lyrics
WHASSUP?!Chorus: {vocal samples)"Heavy ammunition, so I don't have to dip, so.." -> E. Sermon"Buck buck buck, rat-tat-tat I'm on a mission.." -> P. Rock(repeat 3X)"Heavy ammunition, so I don't have to dip, so.." -> E. Sermon"Pack Pistol Posse, flow some more pro shit..." -> Redman[Tame One]I pack a rap that's the joint and like to point the chrome at domesof MC's who need to be smoked up, like homegrownism I get bizm, with rhythm no bullshitMy best rhymes rank like a tec-9 with a full clipI'm funky as hell, since I rock the twelve inchAnd now fakes imitate the great like ElvisOh goodness gracious, oh golly gee wollyI'm good googa booga good golly Miss MollyI use a loaf of bread a pint of milk a stick of butterto keep my weight up, to knock a sucker to the gutterI empty my rhyme clip, and kick like a fat gatEl you got my back, so where's your black ass at?[El Da Sensai]I'll let loose to juice to freak the funk spunk no punkI'm doin the funky chicken as I'm kickin like a Shaolin monkMC El Da Sensai with another one to bash yaLyric master, blastet, kick my skit fasterBest in my section, I'm fresher check the lessonProgress is progressin as I'm buildin on my sectionHyperactive raps are gettin super staticwith the rap erratical acrobatical mass combaticalSo, move over cause the style that's rippinis comin from the grand man that is not slippinBut I'm trippin, kick the comp romp stomp and pompCause my style is flyer Renaldo NeidermeyerHip hip hoorah, check it out one two thething that I swing I won't front..Yo, I got the lyrical ammunition to your chestSo nigga don't test, cause my mouth is the tecKid, I kick the ill skill yo, did you listenI bust caps with raps, packin heavy ammunitionChorus: *vocal samples*"Heavy ammunition, so I don't have to dip, so.." -> E. Sermon"Buck buck buck, rat-tat-tat I'm on a mission.." -> P. Rock(repeat 4X)[Tame One]Ya gotta excuse me, I was just scheamin on a cutieand I knew it was my duty cause the honey had a bootyI up jumped the boogie to the boogie the beatCause I'm a hellafied nigga, you can call me T.D.The black Lil' Raskal, with loot like WaldoI make Oprah rhyme by throwin chairs at GeraldoRivera, I joke around like, Hanna BarberaBut mirror mirror, Tame is a terrorMy hair got the knots, my name got the propsI'm the coach of a rap note cause I call the shotsTamedy Tamedy, I'm showin the mad meDamn style flam and T why?We ain't familyKeep that real, I smoke buddha and pack steelCheck the rap deck, cause this is the last dealGood God, baby pah, give it to me check itBRARABRARABBAHHH bust it, BRARAHRABAHABA wreck it[El Da Sensai]Comin back, to cap, two with the fat raptureIntact to Tic-Tac, my style you can't catch-aWhy?Let's see, I'm not ordinaryKind of impossible, unstoppable, brothers pop a lot of bull....skip to my loo, I'm never ever to dohot tamale oh golly I'm wicked with the follyAll types of sneakers fo' the freaker of the speakerBass for the bottoms and the highs for the tweetersSample from The Meters, check it how I speak thewords pound for pound, ***** ten ounces and the litersI won't sniff Blow, even if you said his name was KurtisMy style can go through changes, from Latin down to TurkishSo keep slippin cause that ass I'll be kickinEl Da Sensai, with the heavy ammunitionChorus: *vocal samples*"Heavy ammunition, so I don't have to dip, so.." -> E. Sermon"Buck buck buck, rat-tat-tat I'm on a mission.." -> P. Rock(repeat 8X)YEAH! Aight??
