Mic Ammo (Extended Remix)

Lyrics

[Intro: movie sample] Where do I know you from huh? How's everything in the business huh? Do I know you? No, do I know you? Fuck outta here man, get out of here Suck on this (Gun shot) [various samples scratched] (I load my clip and though my eyes blurry) (I'll leave you full of clips like the Moon blocking the Sun) (You'll be hearing organs if you leaving orphans) (Carry on like my brothers did) [Verse 1: Dreddy Kruger] My Clan is thick like plaster, bust ya, slash ya Dutch Master rapper, white cracker slapper Twist darts like Cappa when I smoke trees before and after Supreme rapper jaw tapper Tracks by True Master, John The Baptist, bitch Nothin' but classic hits from Miami to Bushwick My voice alone attracts motherfuckers in masses Fat asses with glasses, 85% of you hot dogs sound like asses You're soft like ashes, lookin' funny like rashes [Chorus: Timbo King] Fuck a five mic, Fuck-a Fuck-a five mic Fuck a five mic, Fuck-a Fuck-a five mic Fuck a five mic, Fuck-a Fuck-a five mic, It only takes one mic for you to take a loss, It only takes one mic, One mic, One mic, It only takes one mic for you to take a loss [Verse 2: Timbo King] I'm like straight up Oak, y'all niggas just plain panel Guns from El Salvador, ask Mic Ammo Crossfire, bullets ricochet horizontal Brooklyn Bridge/Verrazano, niggas know the motto So follow the path, acknowledge the craft Swallowed a whole bottle of math since biology glass Grand archery, bow and arrow split your grand larceny Apple on the head, Robin Hood's robbin' goods In these wild lands, a Desert Eagle in a child's hand Your style's bland, my styles blend earth, wind, fire, water You never know, my son might fuck Mariah's daughter Ill visions of victory without a battle Breeze through tracks like cold winds throughout Seattle Sound travels through fiber-optics under gravel Dominate it's 360 and it try to handle Niggas try to handle [Chorus: Timbo King] Fuck a five mic, Fuck-a Fuck-a five mic Fuck a five mic, Fuck-a Fuck-a five mic Fuck a five mic, Fuck-a Fuck-a five mic It only take one mic for you to take a loss Fuck a five mic, Fuck-a Fuck-a five mic Fuck a five mic, Fuck-a Fuck-a five mic Fuck a five mic, Fuck-a Fuck-a five mic It only take one mic for you to take a loss [Verse 3: Timbo King] Yo, rhyme calisthenics, jumping-jacks, push-ups, do a set of twenty Twenty bars, runnin' round the block Bench press y'all, steel weights, computer hacker Call me Ill Gates, curls, you see the muscles Girls see muscles, track and field Timb-nastics, backflip off of high hats Fly and tuck, don't give a flyin fuck Life's a hurdle from Broadway to Myrtle I'm athletic, well trained Hell rain with the best jab in the business Voice boxer, throat flurries Hit you with the 'don't worries' Spin around cartwheel, yo my heart feels no sorrow You fuckin with Royal Famous, bring it For the projects, niggas throwing objects at niggas Jack niggas, yo, you one of those rap niggas Hold your square, my circle is gunnin' Poppin' shit like this since my uncle was numbin' Stay dumb off the green gum Bitches on my dick wanna see me cum Income, outcome, all bums, albums The streets wanna know why and how come The streets wanna know why and how come [Chorus: Timbo King] Fuck a five mic, Fuck-a Fuck-a five mic Fuck a five mic, Fuck-a Fuck-a five mic Fuck a five mic, Fuck-a Fuck-a five mic It only take one mic for you to take a loss Fuck a five mic, Fuck-a Fuck-a five mic Fuck a five mic, Fuck-a Fuck-a five mic Fuck a five mic, Fuck-a Fuck-a five mic It only take one mic for you to take a loss Fuck a five mic, Fuck-a Fuck-a five mic Fuck a five mic, Fuck-a Fuck-a five mic Fuck a five mic, Fuck-a Fuck-a five mic It only take one mic for you to take a loss Fuck a five mic, fuck-a fuck-a five mic Fuck a five mic, fuck-a fuck-a five mic Fuck a five mic, fuck-a fuck-a five mic It only take one mic for you to take a loss [Verse 4: Bronze Nazareth] Yo, it only takes one mic to send you to the steeple Guns from Detroit streets, ask Desert Eagle Fire lance and blade dance, our bayonets swivel Punch you with the Louis fist, tongue twist the missile Shot off chips and shards, thoughts can strip cars Ricochet off of Jimmy's guitar and God's stars Fell to the Earth, I caught 'em and threw 'em at you Blowguns javelins travelin through your statue Circle the blocks like dust from the Trade Center Words merge alloys, wrecking ball and Bronze chamber They can't remember the name of the calm stranger Hit the fridge, flesh of the night like skyscraper See Bronze facing your dreams, your alien beams Laser shine burn through your Grandma's favorite pot Voyage through tentacles, shape was cylindrical Mic Ammo crack your skull like an axe that's dull [Refrain: Dreddy Kruger] My Clan is thick like plaster, bust ya, slash ya Dutch Master rapper, white cracker slapper My Clan is thick like plaster, bust ya, slash ya Dutch Master rapper, white cracker slapper [Chorus: Timbo King] Fuck a five mic, Fuck-a Fuck-a five mic Fuck a five mic, Fuck-a Fuck-a five mic Fuck a five mic, Fuck-a Fuck-a five mic It only take one mic [Outro: sample]