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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 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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