Lyrics Boxcutter Samurai - Snowgoons, Reef The Lost Cauze

Boxcutter Samurai

Have you ever heard the legend of the Boxcutter Samurai?\nHe was a great warrior\nOn the real none more alive than this\nJust a rhyme with this\nYour gonna need survival kits\nBeat the flow and how live it is\nYour team is all turkeys like\nOur sum is wild, y’all can’t handle sun like Irish kids\nYou ain’t never heard this type of shit\nI spit on types of plague and viruses\nI don’t know what style it’s in\nOr what a stylus is\nI just huff and puff and turn your house into a pile of bricks\nDialysis surrounded by heavy hate\nYou’re testing fate\nYou die laughing like Chevy Chase\nWait, No way, no weight but it’s got heavy bass/base\nCBC we got heavyweights in every state\nSee me coming mean it’s time to go\nThe lost cauze make you see stars like kaleidoscope\nYou must be high on dope\nI don’t even know how you grieve with so many dicks lodged inside your dome\nIt’s the boxcutter samurai\nSamples\nSmoke a glassy bowl\nOn the grassy knoll\nMe and my man make classics like Abbey Road\nI’m the baddest 'fro\nI’ll be gladly known as a nasty foe 'til I’m paid like Daddy Knowles\nWord to Solange I bomb, I’m Pompeii\nThree stacks like Andre, rap beyond gay\nI bring that masculinity back\nThis, that, evaporate into raw energy rap\nKeep the town wet\nWith spit that ain’t reach the ground yet\nit’s two legs and ran in fear of my sound check\nDisgusting like a hound’s breath, after he found flesh\nBlood spews from pews\nWhen I’m found dressed in the sharpest threads\nI’m off my meds and you’re marked for dead\nWearing dicks across your head\nWearing as a skirt\nYou’re a fucking jerk\nGet your mother merced\nLike she’s a shuttleworth\nThe boxcutter Samurai\nYeah. It’s a lock cos I hold the key\nWho you supposed to be?\nThe gold MC?\nTo outdope MCs\nLeave 'em holding like rosarys\nHolds a ring around the face so you won’t know it’s me\nThe game was taught rather than sold to me by the oldest G’s\nWho sell coke and love they kids and hold their toasters squeezed\nHurt in their eyes and scars on the back of their hands\nBack to the bar playing cards with cigars in their hands\nAnd inhale wisdom\nAnd blow back a swarm of locusts\nMan I’m focused\nStay well lit like royal oak is\nBe the opus\nSnowgoons beats is focused\nAnimal in it to commit acts atrocious\nFBI got posters and photos of my soldiers\nInside of black folders, trying to fool us\nBut we remain wizards that’s cloakless\nOpen razor, black roses, to rap for Moses\nThe Samurai\nSamples