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Battle Drill
1,450
Hip-Hop/Rap
Battle Drill was released on September 23, 1994 by Qwest as a part of the album Boxcar Sessions
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Release DateSeptember 23, 1994
LabelQwest
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM98

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Saafir
Saafir
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
J. Carson
J. Carson
Songwriter
R. Gibson
R. Gibson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Saafir
Saafir
Producer
J-Groove
J-Groove
Producer
Sleuth
Sleuth
Producer

Lyrics

I'mma keep and you can't win
Keep and you can't win
I'mma keep and you can't win
Keep and you can't win
Box car session this 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 you one day, won't forget Officer Monday
I'm good with gunplay I get wreck, check the boss
Don't remove your firin pin, punk cause I get off
Comes the safety, freak a clip or get plugged with the four fifth
Off my ****'s hip, best believe the trigger's gettin gripped
We stroll the back, doors to the railroad
Is where we go when we flow, hell knows
And elbows are shot, don't blink and I get
Rough when I flex the Ingle 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 of war and get dug six feet under
Floor plans are banned, combat hand to hand
Cowards clocks is gettin cleaned with detergent
If you wanna freak a funky flow we can splurge it
So I'll, perp like an expert I'll send a flow
That'll kill, bet I won't break a sweat in a battle drill
Battle drills
Start your engines
But you look exhausted like carbon, monoxide
I'm sly like a fox I, see me
I'll jack you for your bundle G
I be lurkin in the rear, smirkin when you're crumblin
The hobo junctionist, function is to freak the lyrical
Smoke a blunt to the grill, til we reach the spiritual world
Then get with your girl, dip her like a tea bag
Up it another notch for the fleabag
King queens breed freaky fiends don't sleep and fall off
Think the cock's the bomb but like time you'll get broke off
She energy so you know that I be stockin real
Entities, eatin pinto beans and I do reek, when I speak
True, who's this your girl? (your girl?)
Nice to freak you, let me freak a clip slick
One in the chamber, click
Clack that's the sound of the gat, right before the jack
Comes true I thought you knew, that's the cue oh what
You a hero, muscles kinda swollen
But you ain't real you wouldn't strike if we was bowlin
To the left, march archin back to impact the fact
When I tag a grill (tag a grill)
For a battle drill
Battle drills
The funky nomadic, addict dweller, never
On the cheddar, cheese
Grease down the plank yankin mentals
Clean slates of freak treats for the tricks like a magician doin
Half cuts genies and Arabians
Chest be cavin in and, and I be in the rubbish
Rubbin this like Aladdin through obstacles my saliva be
Liva than stoppin, foes in they tracks
Cuttin the tape, it's nuttin to debate, fate
Tells me this is the last grape to be cracked
Rippin the plaque between the gums, hums this
Lift your lip a little more to the chef's recipe
For flavor they be beggin me to stop
The torturing per forth I bring the subconscious which means no
Consciousness on this, effort, no mercy on the groove
No space to move, checkmate
Is reserved for the disinfectin
I'm projectin flavor to your chalk chalk one, at a kill
For battle drills
Battle drills
I'mma keep and you can't win
Battle drills
I'mma keep and you can't win
Keep and you can't win
Keep and you can't win
Keep and you can't win
Keep and you can't win
Keep and you can't win
Keep and you can't win
Keep and you can't win
Keep and you can't win
Keep and you can't win
'94
Written by: J. Carson, R. Gibson
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