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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