Heavy Ammunition
Artifacts Lyrics

Heavy ammunition, so I don't have to dip, so..
The artist has acquired a large supply of lyrical ammunition and therefore does not need to retreat or back down in any situation.

Buck buck buck, rat-tat-tat I'm on a mission..
The artist is focused on his musical mission and is willing to take down any opposition using forceful lyrical attacks.

Pack Pistol Posse, flow some more pro shit...
The artist is teaming up with fellow musicians to produce more professional-quality music and lyrics.

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
The artist's lyrical style is strong enough to strike down other MCs who are not on his level. He delivers his rhymes with precision and intensity, akin to firing a Tec-9 gun 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
The artist's music is funky and original, but has also become popular enough that others are copying his style. He maintains a playful attitude while still taking down lesser MCs, using food metaphors to express his power and dominance.

I empty my rhyme clip, and kick like a fat gat El you got my back, so where's your black ass at?
The artist has used up all his lyric ammunition and is ready for backup from his collaborator. He dares anyone to challenge him and his flow.

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
The artist is using his lyrical skills to entertain and excite his audience, while still maintaining a serious and skilled presence as an MC.

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
The artist is confident in his lyrical abilities and is continuously improving and evolving his style. He takes pride in being the best in his area and will not be stopped by anyone else trying to copy his style.

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
The artist is confident in his unique style and is excited to share it with others. He warns anyone who wants to challenge him that he has the skills and ammunition to take them down with ease.

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 artist takes a break from his lyrical prowess to describe a humorous encounter with a woman. He brags about his good looks and charisma, and uses his nickname to assert his dominance.

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
The artist uses wordplay to describe himself as a young but powerful force in the music industry. He jokes about violence and celebrity drama, but makes it clear that he is not to be underestimated.

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
The artist describes his unique appearance and reputation as a top MC. He emphasizes his authority and ability to produce quality music. He also takes a moment to brag about his drug use and weapon carrying, while also implying that this may be his final work.

Good God, baby pah, give it to me check it BRARABRARABBAHHH bust it, BRARAHRABAHABA wreck it 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
The artist delivers a rapid-fire series of rhyming lines, demonstrating his skill and confidence. He brags about his unique style and ability to outpace other MCs, while also emphasizing his focus on music quality and sound.

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
The artist resists drug use and emphasizes his willingness to experiment with different styles and cultures. He warns anyone who challenges him that he has the power to defeat them with his heavy lyrical ammunition.