Boxcar sessionist black magic is
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The magnet breakin' 'em down to
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Micro fragments. I might go dragnet
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Shoot Joe on Friday if I miss I'll
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Get your one day won't forget officer
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Monday I'm good with gun play I get
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Wreck check the boss don't remove
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Your firing pin punk 'cause I get
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Off - comes the safety freak a clip
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Or get plugged with the four - 5th
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Off my niggas hip best believe the
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Triggers gettin' gripped we stroll
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The back doors to the railroad is
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Where we go when we flow hell
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knows
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and elbows are shot thrown don't
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blink
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an eye gets ruff when I flex the
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Ingrim chrome don't even try it.
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I'm the arsonist 'cause I'll burn you
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With the slug I'm funky plus I got
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Carpet fresh in my rug tug a war and
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Get dug six feet under floor plans are
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banned
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Combat hand to hand cowards clocks
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Is gettin' cleaned with detergent if
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You want to freak a funky flow we
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Can splurge it so I'll perk like an
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Expert I'll send a flow that'll kill
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Bet I won't break a sweat in a
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Battle drill
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Start ya engines but you look
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Exhausted like carbon monoxide
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I'm sly
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Like a foxeye see me I'll jack you
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For your bundle G I'll be lurking
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In the rear smirking when you're
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Crumbling the hobo Junctionist
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function
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is to freak the lyrical smoke a
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Blunt to the grill till we reach
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The spiritual world then get wit ya
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Girl dip her like a tea bag up it
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another notch for the flea bag king
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Queens be freaky fiends don't sleep
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and
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Fall think the cocks the bomb but like
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Tom you'll get brokawf sheer energy
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So u know I be stockin' rear entities
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Eatin' linto beans and I do reek when
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I speak true who's this ya girl nice
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To freak you let me freak a clip slip
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one
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In the chamber click clak that's the
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Sound of the gat right before the jack
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Comes true I thought you knew
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That's ya cue oh! But you're a hero
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Muscles kinda swollen but you ain't
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Real you wouldn't strike if we was
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Bowlin' to the left march arch ya
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Back the impact is fat when I tag a
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grill
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With a battle drill
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The nomadic attic dweller never
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On the cheddar cheese grease down
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The plank yankin' mentals clean
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slates
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Are freaked treats for the tricks like
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A magician doin' halftucks genies and
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Arabian's chest be cavin' in and I be
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In the rubbish rubbin' this like Aladdin
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Through obstacles my saliva be
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Liva than stoppin' flows in they tracks
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Cuttin' the tape it's nutthin' to debate
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Fate tells me this is the last grape
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To be cracked rippin' the plaque
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Between the gums hums this lift ya
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Lip a little more to the chef's recipe
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For flavor they be beggin' me to stop
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The torturing but forth I bring
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A subconscience which means no conscienceness
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On this effort no mercy on a groove
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no
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Space to move check mate it's
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reserved
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For the disinfecting I'm projecting
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Flavor till you choke chalk
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One add a kill for the battle drills
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Battle Drill
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Saafir |