Battle Drill Lyrics - Singles - Saafir

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