I'm a king pin, you can't win (3x)

Boxcar sessionist, black magic is the magnet

Breaking '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 **** 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 get

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 but I won't break a sweat in a battle drill

Battle Drills

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 or fall off

Think the cocks the bomb but like Tom, you'll get broke off

Sheer energy so you 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 clack, that's the sound of the gat

Right before the jack comes true, I thought you knew

That's the 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 for a battle drill

Battle Drills

The funky 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' half tucks 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' foes in they tracks

Cuttin' the tape, it's nothin' 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 subconscious which means no consciousness 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 battle drills

Battle Drills

Battle Drills

Hobo Junctions, we out

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