Artifact Heavy Ammunition Lyrics

Heavy Ammunition Lyrics

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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 domes



of MC's who need to be smoked up, like homegrown



ism I get bizm, with rhythm no bullshit



My best rhymes rank like a tec-9 with a full clip



I'm funky as hell, since I rock the twelve inch



And now fakes imitate the great like Elvis



Oh goodness gracious, oh golly gee wolly



I'm good googa booga good golly Miss Molly



I use a loaf of bread a pint of milk a stick of butter



to keep my weight up, to knock a sucker to the gutter



I empty my rhyme clip, and kick like a fat gat



El 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 punk



I'm doin the funky chicken as I'm kickin like a Shaolin monk



MC El Da Sensai with another one to bash ya



Lyric master, blastet, kick my skit faster



Best in my section, I'm fresher check the lesson



Progress is progressin as I'm buildin on my section



Hyperactive raps are gettin super static 



with the rap erratical acrobatical mass combatical



So, move over cause the style that's rippin



is comin from the grand man that is not slippin



But I'm trippin, kick the comp romp stomp and pomp



Cause my style is flyer Renaldo Neidermeyer



Hip hip hoorah, check it out one two the



thing that I swing I won't front..



Yo, I got the lyrical ammunition to your chest



So nigga don't test, cause my mouth is the tec



Kid, I kick the ill skill yo, did you listen



I bust caps with raps, packin heavy ammunition







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 4X)







[Tame One]



Ya gotta excuse me, I was just scheamin on a cutie



and I knew it was my duty cause the honey had a booty



I up jumped the boogie to the boogie the beat



Cause I'm a hellafied nigga, you can call me T.D.



The black Lil' Raskal, with loot like Waldo



I make Oprah rhyme by throwin chairs at Geraldo



Rivera, I joke around like, Hanna Barbera



But mirror mirror, Tame is a terror



My hair got the knots, my name got the props



I'm the coach of a rap note cause I call the shots



Tamedy Tamedy, I'm showin the mad me



Damn style flam and T why?We ain't family



Keep that real, I smoke buddha and pack steel



Check the rap deck, cause this is the last deal



Good God, baby pah, give it to me check it



BRARABRARABBAHHH bust it, BRARAHRABAHABA wreck it







[El Da Sensai]



Comin back, to cap, two with the fat rapture



Intact to Tic-Tac, my style you can't catch-a



Why?Let's see, I'm not ordinary



Kind of impossible, unstoppable, brothers pop a lot of bull..



..skip to my loo, I'm never ever to do



hot tamale oh golly I'm wicked with the folly



All types of sneakers fo' the freaker of the speaker



Bass for the bottoms and the highs for the tweeters



Sample from The Meters, check it how I speak the



words pound for pound, fuck ten ounces and the liters



I won't sniff Blow, even if you said his name was Kurtis



My style can go through changes, from Latin down to Turkish



So keep slippin cause that ass I'll be kickin



El Da Sensai, with the heavy ammunition







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 8X)







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