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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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