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Heavy ammunition so I don't to dip so
(Buck buck, rat-tat-tat, I'm on a mission)
ammunition so I don't have to dip so
(Buck buck, rat-tat-tat, I'm on a mission)

Heavy so I don't have to dip so
(Buck buck, rat-tat-tat, I'm on a mission)
Heavy ammunition so I have to dip so
(Pack Pistol Posse, some more pro shit)

I pack a rap the joint, I like to point the chrome at domes
Of MC's who need to be smoked up, like
Ism I get bizm, rhythm no bullshit
My best rhymes rank a tec-9 with a full clip

I'm funky as hell, since I rock the twelve
And now imitate, the great like Elvis
Oh, goodness gracious, oh, gee wolly
I'm good googa booga good golly, Miss

I use a loaf of bread, a pint of milk, a of butter
To keep my weight up, to a sucker to the gutter
I my rhyme clip and kick like a fat gat
El, you got my so where's your black ass at?

I'll let loose to juice to freak the spunk, no punk
I'm the funky chicken as I'm kickin' like a Shaolin monk
MC El Da with another one to bash ya
master, blastet, kick my skit faster

Best in my section, I'm fresher check the
is progressin' as I'm buildin' on my section
Hyperactive raps are super static
the rap erratical acrobatical mass combatical

So, move over 'cause the style that's
Is from the grand man that is not slippin'
But I'm trippin', crippin romp stomp and
my style is flyer Renaldo Neidermeyer

Hip hip hoorah, it out one two the
Thing that I swing I won't
Yo, I got the lyrical ammunition to your
So nigga don't test 'cause my is the tec
Kid, I the ill skill yo, did you listen?
I bust caps with raps, packin' ammunition

Heavy so I don't have to dip so
(Buck buck, rat-tat-tat, I'm on a mission)
ammunition so I don't have to dip so
(Buck buck, rat-tat-tat, I'm on a mission)

Heavy ammunition so I don't to dip so
(Buck buck, rat-tat-tat, I'm on a mission)
ammunition so I don't have to dip so
(Buck buck, rat-tat-tat, I'm on a mission)

Ya gotta excuse me, I was just scheamin' on a
And I knew it was my duty the honey had a booty
I up jumped the boogie, to the the beat
'Cause I'm a nigga, you can call me TD

The black Lil' Raskal, with loot Waldo
I Oprah rhyme by throwin' chairs at Geraldo
Rivera, I joke like, Hanna Barbara
But mirror, Tame is a terror

My hair got the knots, my name got the
I'm the coach of a rap note I call the shots
Tamedy, I'm showin' the mad me
Damn style and T why? We ain't family

Keep that real, I smoke and pack steel
Check the rap deck 'cause this is the last
Good God, pah, give it to me check it
it, wreck it

Comin' back to cap, two the fat rapture
to Tic-Tac, my style you can't catch a
Why? Let's see, I'm not ordinary, of impossible, unstoppable
Brothers pop a lot of bull, to my loo, I'm never ever to do
Hot tamale, oh golly, I'm with the folly

All types of sneakers fo' the of the speaker
Bass for the bottoms and the highs for the
Sample from The Meters, it how I speak the
Words pound for pound, fuck ten and the liters

I won't sniff Blow, even if you his name was Kurtis
My style can go through changes, from Latin to Turkish
So keep slippin' that ass I'll be kickin'
El Da Sensai, with the ammunition

Heavy ammunition so I have to dip so
(Buck buck, rat-tat-tat, I'm on a mission)
Yeah, heavy ammunition so I don't to dip so
(Buck buck, rat-tat-tat, I'm on a mission)

ammunition so I don't have to dip so
(Buck buck, rat-tat-tat, I'm on a mission)
Heavy ammunition so I have to dip so
(Buck buck, rat-tat-tat, I'm on a mission)

ammunition so I don't have to dip so
(Buck buck, rat-tat-tat, I'm on a mission)
ammunition so I don't have to dip so
(Buck buck, rat-tat-tat, I'm on a mission)

ammunition so I don't have to dip so
(Buck buck, rat-tat-tat, I'm on a mission)
Heavy ammunition so I don't to dip so
(Buck buck, rat-tat-tat, I'm on a mission)

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