Between a Rock and a Hard Place

Verse One: Tame One I'm out to bomb like Vietnam under the same name Tame One The bad one, ink flow master bastard with the Magnum I tags up quick, and then I steps to the exit When it's time to get sefted or flex on some fresh shit Some wack crook s

[El Da Sensai]Aiyyo check dis check dat, MC El my shit fat Rockin off this bugged track, you say we're wack yo fuck dat Word to life I kick the hyper type ? my rap'll gather after, my skills master of the dip dapper I hold the fort with my sorts, rap

[El Da Sensai] I calculate that eighty-five was the year I first grabbed the pen, daydreamin of the cheers Ahead from rockin shows, no Girbauds that sag The windbreaker suits and backspins that was mad I stress progress roll joints at my rest til the

WHASSUP?! "Heavy ammunition, so I don't have to dip, so.." -> E. Sermon "Buck buck buck, rat-tat-tat I'm on a mission.." -> P. Rock (repeat 3X) "Heavy ammunition, so I don't have to dip, so.." -> E. Sermon "Pack

Intro/Chorus: C'mon wit da c'mon, git down wit da git down (4X) Verse One: El Da Sensai C'mon and get down with that Artifacts sound Where kids get wreck and, the beat's bound to pound We're strollin through the industry B, see we gotta be the next s