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