King Tech - Saafir Freestyle lyrics

(First Verse) 1,2,3,4 then I come in the door and alright, here we go 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 gunplay 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-fifth 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 (Second Verse) Breath control hold on! I'm so nasty, I'm disgusting You need a permit and a gas mask to walk past me when im bustin Yall cats walk soft like wallabies over flows I water ski Half back see me side soup, twist, flip, a front tuck too You a little over polite with the mics How like a ??? like, excuse me, pardon me But I'm like F you like it's your first name Rapppin amazons with armenan one shootin out the word bang Toy soldiers overdosin with nerve gas and c**aine You got the nerve da think that ish is dope man I keep these junkies nod like he ran dope things Off the hardest hell the whole mother freakin country Drunk of the hobo junction cartel with these rhymes & beats I'm like nonstop concrete thru you city Make a big willie sound as heavy as two "Sneezes" When I spit. I pitch cheeing out baseballs, meteorites Y'all cats just got warmer Rhyme image is playin pop warner In the little league balls is bonapin, bloated Banana savage can't shribble these so who's ut You cat's is booty's & coochies with crew cuts When you bust you sound... so stale like Forty e's in motel cutting they toenails Bustin a your a**, you catchin a chest round The saucee nomad mobbin up that west bound!