Battle Drill Lyrics by 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
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
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