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WHASSUP?!
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Chorus: {vocal samples)
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"Heavy ammunition, so I don't have to dip, so.." -> E. Sermon
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"Buck buck buck, rat-tat-tat I'm on a mission.." -> P. Rock
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(repeat 3X)
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"Heavy ammunition, so I don't have to dip, so.." -> E. Sermon
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"Pack Pistol Posse, flow some more pro shit..." -> Redman
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[Tame One]
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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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[El Da Sensai]
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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 Sensai with another one to bash ya
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Lyric master, blastet, 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 mass 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 out one two the
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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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Chorus: *vocal samples*
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"Heavy ammunition, so I don't have to dip, so.." -> E. Sermon
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"Buck buck buck, rat-tat-tat I'm on a mission.." -> P. Rock
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(repeat 4X)
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[Tame One]
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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 jumped 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 Lil' 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 a rap note cause I call the shots
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Tamedy Tamedy, 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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[El Da Sensai]
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Comin back, to cap, two 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 Sensai, with the heavy ammunition
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Chorus: *vocal samples*
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"Heavy ammunition, so I don't have to dip, so.." -> E. Sermon
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"Buck buck buck, rat-tat-tat I'm on a mission.." -> P. Rock
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(repeat 8X)
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YEAH! Aight??
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heavy ammunition
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