Saafir
Battle Drill
Boxcar sessionist black magic is
The magnet breakin' 'em down to Micro fragments. I might go dragnet
Shoot Joe on Friday if I miss I'll
Get your one day won't forget officer
Monday I'm good with gun play I get Wreck check the boss don't remove
Your firing pin punk 'cause I get Off - comes the safety freak a clip Or get plugged with the four - 5th
Off my niggas hip best believe the Triggers gettin' gripped we stroll The back doors to the railroad is Where we go when we flow hell
knows
and elbows are shot thrown don't blink
an eye gets ruff when I flex the Ingrim chrome don't even try it.
I'm the arsonist 'cause I'll burn you With the slug I'm funky plus I got Carpet fresh in my rug tug a war and Get dug six feet under floor plans are
banned
Combat hand to hand cowards clocks Is gettin' cleaned with detergent if
Letras de cancionesYou want to freak a funky flow we Can splurge it so I'll perk like an Expert I'll send a flow that'll kill Bet I won't break a sweat in a Battle drill
Start ya engines but you look
Exhausted like carbon monoxide
I'm sly
Like a foxeye see me I'll jack you For your bundle G I'll be lurking In the rear smirking when you're
Crumbling the hobo Junctionist
function
is to freak the lyrical smoke a Blunt to the grill till we reach The spiritual world then get wit ya
Girl dip her like a tea bag up it
another notch for the flea bag king
Queens be freaky fiends don't sleep and Fall think the cocks the bomb but like Tom you'll get brokawf sheer energy
So u know I be stockin' rear entities Eatin' linto beans and I do reek when I speak true who's this ya girl nice
To freak you let me freak a clip slip one
In the chamber click clak that's the Sound of the gat right before the jack
Comes true I thought you knew
That's ya cue oh! But you're a hero Muscles kinda swollen but you ain't Real you wouldn't strike if we was
Bowlin' to the left march arch ya Back the impact is fat when I tag a grill
With a battle drill
The nomadic attic dweller never On the cheddar cheese grease down The plank yankin' mentals clean
slates
Are freaked treats for the tricks like A magician doin' halftucks genies and Arabian's chest be cavin' in and I be
In the rubbish rubbin' this like Aladdin
Through obstacles my saliva be Liva than stoppin' flows in they tracks
Cuttin' the tape it's nutthin' to debate Fate tells me this is the last grape To be cracked rippin' the plaque Between the gums hums this lift ya
Lip a little more to the chef's recipe
For flavor they be beggin' me to stop
The torturing but forth I bring A subconscience which means no conscienceness
On this effort no mercy on a groove
no Space to move check mate it's reserved
For the disinfecting I'm projecting Flavor till you choke chalk
One add a kill for the battle drills
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