ROYAL FAM - Mic Ammo lyrics

[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