Artista: Ozomatli
  Canción: Vocal Artillery

You punkasses you's a harlot
Scarlet, like Hester Primm
My new motto is test the chin
With the head that's hollow and kinda shallow
It gets real deep like
Melanin and skin to bone marrow
See brothers want to get real
And niggas want to fell caps peel from the hot steel
What the deal
Is this for real?
They say it couldn't be done,
How I can bust one in the sky and jump up and kiss the sun

Son, My son name is AKG
My daughter MP,
So hip-hop can continually
Live through my seed
See now I'm serious
Y'all must be delirious about being hype
Soon as you grab this Mic my felines
Gone have cat claws to your neck
Talkin bout
Boy you better be tight tonight
See medusa's who you better be
Didn't you know the word tight was invented because of me?

CHORUS:
Activate the left Side
Light the dynamite up on the right side
Ozomatli's like what?
Droppin motherfuckers to their knees like what?

Activate the left Side
Light the dynamite up on the right side
Ozomatli's like what?
Dropping motherfuckers to their knees like what?

Vocal Artillery
Vocal Artillery

MC's be chasin benjamins
Only afford them dividends
Flavor but here goes a dash of cinnamon
Tryin to act masculine, deep down they feminine
10% of him and 90% of shim
Bomb me like vegan and eat ya like Entenmanns
Taste good
There's no need to get sentimental
The name is will.i.am the misdated,
Black Eyed Peas, Medusa
Rocking over the Ozo rhythms...

I'll scope you out mid-range, I take full aim
Target MC's like big game
Hand's like real tight, rippin the Mic
Let uncle Kanetic say a rhyme and tuck you in for the night

I came to enhance tracks
Uplift macs
Leave lines cause when I walk then
I'll walk on a path
A feline who spits rhymes
Causing catastrophes
End up catatonic you half-assed MC's