Mic Ammo — текст песни (Royal Fam)

[movie sample]
You picked the wrong night to talk shit
`cuz tonight I`m a nigga wit nothin` to lose
I`m a very dangerous type of nigga` to fuck wit!

[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
Track by True Mast` and John The Baptist, bitch
Nuttin` but classic hits from Miami to Bushwick
My voice alone attracts mothafuckas in masses
Fat asses with glasses, 85% of you hot dogs sound like asses
You`re soft like ashes, lookin` funny like rashes

[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