Artifact lyrics
Artifact lyrics
"Heavy Ammunition Lyrics"
Everyday Lyrics
Pick me up, love! (Pick me up, love) Hey, how long, how long, how long (Everyday) Everyday, ah Pick me up, oh, from the bottom Up to the top, love, everyday Pay no mind to taunts or advances I take my chances on everyday Left to right Up and down, love I push up love, love everyday Jump in the mud, oh Get your hands dirty with Love it up on everyday All you need is All you want is All you need is love. All you need is What you want is All you need is love. Everyd
Pick me up, love! (Pick me up, love) Hey, how long, how long, how long (Everyday) Everyday, ah Pick me up, oh, from the bottom Up to the top, love, everyday Pay no mind to taunts or advances I take my chances on everyday Left to right Up and down, love I push up love, love everyday Jump in the mud, oh Get your hands dirty with Love it up on everyday All you need is All you want is All you need is love. All you need is What you want is All you need is love. Everyd
WHASSUP?!
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
Full Effect(feat. Young Gunz Lyrics
[Freeway] They got me staring at the world through my rearview Blow that baby, scream to Gotti Can't help you with your problems Thug niggas wild when I come through They can relate to my views And couple with their problems (Uh!) Turn this up, fucks ya problem? This is real shit, homie In the booth with the four-fifth Only two clips, so the other clip Don't get, lonely homie, pull it homie No shit homie, know me? (Yeah!) Get in work, fa' we puffin licks, homie (Yeah!) I got the vocal chords, wanna hear some mor
, so where's your black ass at?[Freeway] They got me staring at the world through my rearview Blow that baby, scream to Gotti Can't help you with your problems Thug niggas wild when I come through They can relate to my views And couple with their problems (Uh!) Turn this up, fucks ya problem? This is real shit, homie In the booth with the four-fifth Only two clips, so the other clip Don't get, lonely homie, pull it homie No shit homie, know me? (Yeah!) Get in work, fa' we puffin licks, homie (Yeah!) I got the vocal chords, wanna hear some mor
[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*<br />
"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
Quite Unusual Lyrics
The sun went down and the ground started sort of grinding A blinding light tore across the sky A cyclone swept the landscape out and left it completely flattened out And several twirls of smoke unfolded like gigantic flowers The way the morning broke was quite unusual x4 I should have wakened up at once but this was no concern of mine so I kept on dreaming My eyes roamed over the burning ruins In less time than it takes to tell x3 And I felt like And I felt like being numbed, x2
[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)
YEAH! Aight??
The sun went down and the ground started sort of grinding A blinding light tore across the sky A cyclone swept the landscape out and left it completely flattened out And several twirls of smoke unfolded like gigantic flowers The way the morning broke was quite unusual x4 I should have wakened up at once but this was no concern of mine so I kept on dreaming My eyes roamed over the burning ruins In less time than it takes to tell x3 And I felt like And I felt like being numbed, x2
[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)
YEAH! Aight??