Heavy Artillery

Now is you ready for the man steppin in with the Heavy Artillery
 Both hands cocked to the back ready and willingly
 Spit fire over tracks, you ain't feeling me
 Judging how I look not by lyrical abilities
 Please, this is for my people in the background
 Staying out the limelight, molding how a track sounds
 Walk with my Cap Down
 Class never back down
 Weigh bout a half pound
 Fight to the last round
 And keep moving, I? m like Parker Lewis, Can't lose
 I got ya running man, with or without Dance Moves
 I don't get bad moods sometimes I? m just pissed off
 Drive by in your ride, wave high and you'll get flipped off
 It? s like that...
 All I do is write raps
 Drop beats for hype tracks, smoke weed for nightcaps
 Step up, we'll strike back, listen how I word it
 Always underground but I? ll rise to the surface.
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 Getto you dem of the Heavy Artillery
 That? s why all the girls them love we
 Flex with the friends we no flex with the enemies
 Cause we enemy we wanna come hurt we
 And them whole an apology
 Cause ya know we have the heavy artillery
 Flex with the friends we no flex with the enemies
 Cause we enemy we wan come hurt we
 Now when I die and head home
 I wanna picture on my headstone
 My microphone, 2 tables and my headphones.
 Cross fader, triton and the MPC
 Resting here, I'll producer Slash MC
 But Let's move, sometimes I wild out and wanna let loose
 (Puff) weed, drink booze for an excuse.
 I'm in the wrong state of mind
 All you flashy rappers talking, I? m here to take your shine.
 Take your props, make em mine, so how ya like me now
 I see your tempers rising
 Ya wanna strike me down
 But I will stay here, and whether or not I play fair
 Depends on these rappers acting like they need some day care
 Children, stop playing
 Start building
 I don't care who ya know or if you pushed a hard millions
 It's hard dealing, I'm almost ready to explode
 Everybody wanna hate, but we really gotta grow, let's go
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 Yo, I see you Leaning on the wall, with your hands in your back pocket
 Acting hard like you can't feel this, stop it
 I know some rappers in the place really can't rock it
 But when I get up on the mic it's always hot (shit)
 Listen
 As I take you through this
 Spit from the heart, this is art, more then music
 Half of you are clueless, don't know the real
 You repeat what you hear and expect a record deal
 I live for the moment, class, got ya open
 This is that (shit) right here, still boasting
 I see through ya, and I? m finish with the small talk
 Done wasting time son you guaranteed to fall off.
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