(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' '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 gunplay

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-fifth

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



[Second Verse]

Breath control hold on! I’m so nasty, I’m disgusting

you need a permit and a gas mask to walk past me when im bustin

Yall cats walk soft like wallabies over flows I water ski

half back see me side soup, twist, flip, a front tuck too

you a little over polite with the mics

how like a [???] like, excuse me, pardon me

but I’m like F you like it’s your first name

rapppin amazons with armenan one shootin out the word bang

toy soldiers overdosin with nerve gas and cocaine

you got the nerve da think that ish is dope man

I keep these junkies nod like he ran dope things

off the hardest hell the whole mother freakin country

drunk of the hobo junction cartel with these rhymes & beats

I’m like nonstop concrete thru you city

make a big willie sound as heavy as two “Sneezes”

when I spit. I pitch cheeing out baseballs, meteorites

y’all cats just got warmer

rhyme image is playin pop warner

In the little league balls is bonapin, bloated

banana savage can’t shribble these so who’s ut

you cat’s is booty’s & coochies with crew cuts

when you bust you sound… so stale like

forty e’s in motel cutting they toenails

Bustin a your ass, you catchin a chest round

the saucee nomad mobbin up that west bound