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  • Saafir »

    Saafir Battle Drill текст песни

    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


    And elbows are shot thrown don’t


    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


    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


    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


    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


    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


    With a battle drill

    The nomadic attic dweller never

    On the cheddar cheese grease down

    The plank yankin’ mentals clean


    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


    Space to move check mate it’s


    For the disinfecting I’m projecting

    Flavor till you choke chalk

    One add a kill for the battle drills

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