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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, f**k 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?? |
