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Saafir - Battle Drill Şarkı Sözleri
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 |
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