J Groove - Battle Drill lyrics

Artist: Saafir the Saucee Nomad Album: Boxcar Sessions Song: 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 n***as 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 k** 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 junction is 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 co*ks 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 k** for the battle drills