Timbo King - Mic Ammo lyrics

[movie sample] You picked the wrong night to talk sh** 'cuz tonight I'm a n***a wit nothin' to lose I'm a very dangerous type of n***a' to f** 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, b**h Nuttin' but cla**ic hits from Miami to Bushwick My voice alone attracts mothaf**as in ma**es Fat a**es with gla**es, 85% of you hot dogs sound like a**es You're soft like ashes, lookin' funny like rashes [Timbo King] I'm like straight up Oak, y'all n***as just plain panel Guns from El Salvador, ask Mic Ammo Crossfire, bullets ricochet horizontal Brooklyn Bridge/Verrazano, n***as know the motto So follow the path, acknowledge the craft Swallowed a whole bottle of math since biology gla** 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 f** 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 n***as try to handle