Song | Heavy Amnuition |
Artist | Artifacts |
Album | Between A Rock And A Hard Place |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : R. Brown/T. Ray/W. Williams | |
作曲 : R. Brown/T. Ray/W. Williams | |
WHASSUP?! | |
[Chorus: 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 Sensei] | |
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 Sensei with another one to bash ya | |
Lyric master, blaster, 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 massive 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 how i do tha | |
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: 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 jump the boogie to the boogie the beat | |
Cause I'm a hellafied nigga, you can call me T.D | |
The black Little 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 the rap note cause I call the shots | |
Tamer Dee, Tamer Dee, 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 Sensei] | |
Comin back, to capture, 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, **** 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 Sensei, with the heavy ammunition | |
[Chorus: 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?? |
zuo ci : R. Brown T. Ray W. Williams | |
zuo qu : R. Brown T. Ray W. Williams | |
WHASSUP?! | |
Chorus: Samples | |
" Heavy ammunition, so I don' t have to dip, so.." E. Sermon | |
" Buck buck buck, rattattat 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 tec9 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 Sensei | |
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 Sensei with another one to bash ya | |
Lyric master, blaster, 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 massive 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 how i do tha | |
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: Samples | |
" Heavy ammunition, so I don' t have to dip, so.." E. Sermon | |
" Buck buck buck, rattattat 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 jump the boogie to the boogie the beat | |
Cause I' m a hellafied nigga, you can call me T. D | |
The black Little 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 the rap note cause I call the shots | |
Tamer Dee, Tamer Dee, 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 Sensei | |
Comin back, to capture, with the fat rapture | |
Intact to TicTac, my style you can' t catcha | |
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, 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 Sensei, with the heavy ammunition | |
Chorus: Samples | |
" Heavy ammunition, so I don' t have to dip, so.." E. Sermon | |
" Buck buck buck, rattattat I' m on a mission.." P. Rock | |
repeat 8X | |
YEAH! Aight?? |
zuò cí : R. Brown T. Ray W. Williams | |
zuò qǔ : R. Brown T. Ray W. Williams | |
WHASSUP?! | |
Chorus: Samples | |
" Heavy ammunition, so I don' t have to dip, so.." E. Sermon | |
" Buck buck buck, rattattat 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 tec9 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 Sensei | |
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 Sensei with another one to bash ya | |
Lyric master, blaster, 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 massive 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 how i do tha | |
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: Samples | |
" Heavy ammunition, so I don' t have to dip, so.." E. Sermon | |
" Buck buck buck, rattattat 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 jump the boogie to the boogie the beat | |
Cause I' m a hellafied nigga, you can call me T. D | |
The black Little 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 the rap note cause I call the shots | |
Tamer Dee, Tamer Dee, 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 Sensei | |
Comin back, to capture, with the fat rapture | |
Intact to TicTac, my style you can' t catcha | |
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, 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 Sensei, with the heavy ammunition | |
Chorus: Samples | |
" Heavy ammunition, so I don' t have to dip, so.." E. Sermon | |
" Buck buck buck, rattattat I' m on a mission.." P. Rock | |
repeat 8X | |
YEAH! Aight?? |