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Gun in the Mail

from WHAT'S IN THE BAG? by Al Tamper

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this track is a an interpretation of fictional characters based on actions of certain individuals in the video game world whether game characters or the gamers who play the game.

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So I'ma run up in there swiftly and blasting quite casually/a surgeon with the tooly and blasting past casualties/ hazardous to targets, precise and mad accurate/ trigger finger focused my brain just won't wait/ it's like every time I get assigned the ammo never measure/ but it's actually how skill is matched, instincts act with pleasure/ this game is never fair in fact I know I got less rounds than them/ but then again I'm focused every point connects brain stem/ they got semi automatics, some frags and mad smoke/ I got double desert eagles, two clips, it's no joke/ I'ma let 'em kill a clip, aim then double tap/reset, repeat, relax, re-clap and that's a wrap/ I'm a fucking murderer and it's actually quite wack/ but I'll worry about it later must stay on track/ I'ma go confirm these kills then cop a fat sack/ second place for now that means I'll be back

HOOK: play the gaming, point and aim, tell em "run them credits! Do you really want more?"/ when you got your credits and there ain't no pause, what you really playing for?/ play the game, point and aim, tell 'em "run them credits! Y'all really want more?"/ when you got your credits and there ain't no pause what the fuck you playing for?

Week twenty-one is hectic my paranoia is setting/ I'm an itchy finger gunny set to get back to the getting/ I'm burning through this cheddar like green is the new green/ because I'm burning through opponents like killing's my main gene/ when I blink I think in patterns like life is pacman/ brainstorm a room to pieces and schedules, goddamn/ fiending to be me I'm rocking a monkey suit/ but the zapatos fit so well got me rocking the damn boots/ got me rocking a solo booth, got me rocking a fucking sword just in case I cannot shoot/ this shit could pop off, a gun in the damned mail/ my cauffin's wide open I'm holding the damned nail/ I'm sick of fucking waiting let's cap it out right now/ got a flat line fetish my favorite song is "pow!"/ second place is first loser, ready for the recital/ got a blam clip direction and gunning for that title

HOOK: play the gaming, point and aim, tell em "run them credits! Do you really want more?"/ when you got your credits and there ain't no pause, what you really playing for?/ play the game, point and aim, tell 'em "run them credits! Y'all really want more?"/ when you got your credits and there ain't no pause what the fuck you playing for?

This pretty lady left the area in a panic struggle/ she was just my style, just my luck/ stereotype everything, eyes this, hair that/ mean shoe game and her ass was perfect, fat/ it was just her glaring at me you know?/ I pulled the strap out I was just one rock in the hole, one cap/ my gun said "waist this broad and then fall back"/ I started falling back, faded backwards and actually fell back/ this bitch rushed your boy and produced a jammy from the thin air/ there was no one else around, I tried to blast her out of the thin air/ I grazed her cheek a little and didn't even fucking faze her/ landed on me all frantic and shit and tried to blast me by the dread locks in the air/ tussling with her/ I didn't want to hit this bitch so in fucking headbutt her/ just in time to hear this bitches trigger click/ she ain't have nothing left/ we laughed a little because her tool of choice didn't even pop/ she pulled another from her boot so I took a little off of the top...

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from WHAT'S IN THE BAG?, released October 1, 2015

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Al Tamper Chicago, Illinois

Al Tamper is a well rounded artist. Tamper followed his calling to hip hop as a young bboy with a knack for making sure his name was in as many nooks and crannies of the city as possible. Tamper made himself a resident loiterer at his local independent record label and music production studio.This introduced an influence of a plethora of great practitioners and stars of the DJ and emcee world. ... more

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