Battle Drill (Album Version) 1994 Saafir
TrekBattle Drill (Album Version)

Artis: Saafir

Album: Boxcar Sessions

Waktu rilis: 27-09-1994

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


And elbows are shot thrown don't


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


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


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


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


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



With a battle drill


The nomadic attic dweller never

On the cheddar cheese grease down

The plank yankin' mentals clean


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



Space to move check mate it's


For the disinfecting I'm projecting

Flavor till you choke chalk

One add a kill for the battle drills

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