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Saafir - Battle Drill lyrics
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
 You 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
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 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

















