(feat. Saafir the Saucee Nomad) [First Verse] 1,2,3,4 then I come in the door and alright, here we go. Boxcar Sessionist black magic is the magnet breakin
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
I've been down this corridor - Before you enter you have to bring Back the creator of winter damn, Too late I'm spoiled, I need the napalm I got it,
vicious vile wicked you can't fuck with the twisted winding sizeable you've stumbled into hazy ill-defined room ya shrumed ya self butt naked ya nothin but chosen prunes frozen fumes Saafir
My septic's anti on the skeptical Who jocks And disavow ya actions, who's your agent 2nd letter 'cause you're actin' like A charlatan not Let's say
I know I'm an emotionally disturbed person People think I'm talkin' to myself when I'm Rehearsin' on the rhyme. A mass productionist, a mass production
lids Till they're queasy from the degree of the tilt of A trapeze performer that's proven succession in The progression of a juggler, vain slitter, my spear Shifted. Saafir
You like classics well I'll stock that ass Wit a 454 hypo, nitro hooked through the trunk, I'm a flowmaster monk you'll get smobbed on, I'll smoke that
Released I'm down count it's a lifestyle for the regular No five. O you may catch me in some old British Knights Some mark fives no cellular hobo brova
Another massive dose I'm sendin' in Hittin' when I step back to the deck Sidebets kick 'em in then raise up Jet from the ivory it's time for me To see
I'm cruisin, I'm losin money on gas I pass a car with a star in it, I stare For a minute, but that's the limit Otherwise gas won't be the only thing
For the binge. They want me to hit the crack Like a dope fiend. It's all good, but I hope You're clean. 'Cause if you're not then you'll rot. Cause ah...Saafir
For it's Rashinel the antecdote to what's wack Confirmed by my urban platoon running past idle chatter Leaning towards a means green trend but I bend
It's best you let me wander or I'll taunt Ya with my brain I'm the editor-in-chief, The leaf-a-rap a dope shit, antique Rope kits for the hang time,
Bored bored in my house it's time 4 Me to hit the streets and find me A freak without a bra unda her blouse It's over straight through finished hey
creek is shot with Silver bullets that is no problem I Have a barrel of assorted verbs let me pluck-one Fuck you much too dwindled and harsh Dead on white and cloudy clear Saafir
