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 ^!$$%s 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 @@#!s 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