Boxcutter Samurai

[Intro] Have you ever heard the legend of the Boxcutter Samurai? He was a great warrior [Verse 1] On the real none more alive than this Just a rhyme with this Your gonna need survival kits Beat the flow and how live it is Your team is all turkeys like [?] Our sum is wild, y'all can't handle sun like Irish kids You ain't never heard this type of shit I spit on types of plague and viruses I don't know what style it's in Or what a stylus is I just huff and puff and turn your house into a pile of bricks Dialysis surrounded by heavy hate You're testing fate You die laughing like Chevy Chase Wait, No way, no weight but it's got heavy bass/base CBC we got heavyweights in every state See me coming mean it's time to go The lost cauze make you see stars like kaleidoscope You must be high on dope I don't even know how you grieve with so many dicks lodged inside your dome It's the boxcutter samurai [Hook] Samples [Verse 2] Smoke a glassy bowl On the grassy knoll Me and my man make classics like Abbey Road I'm the baddest 'fro I'll be gladly known as a nasty foe 'til I'm paid like Daddy Knowles Word to Solange I bomb, I'm Pompeii Three stacks like Andre, rap beyond gay I bring that masculinity back This, that, evaporate into raw energy rap Keep the town wet With spit that ain't reach the ground yet [?] it's two legs and ran in fear of my sound check Disgusting like a hound's breath, after he found flesh Blood spews from pews When I'm found dressed in the sharpest threads I'm off my meds and you're marked for dead Wearing dicks across your head Wearing [?] as a skirt You're a fucking jerk Get your mother merced Like she's a shuttleworth[?] The boxcutter Samurai [Hook] [Verse 3] Yeah. It's a lock cos I hold the key Who you supposed to be? The gold[?] MC? To outdope MCs Leave 'em holding like rosarys Holds[?] a ring around the face so you won't know it's me The game was taught rather than sold to me by the oldest G's Who sell coke and love they kids and hold their toasters squeezed Hurt in their eyes and scars on the back of their hands Back to the bar playing cards with cigars in their hands And inhale wisdom And blow back a swarm of locusts Man I'm focused Stay well lit like royal oak is[?] Be the opus Snowgoons beats is focused Animal in it to commit acts atrocious FBI got posters and photos of my soldiers Inside of black folders, trying to fool us But we remain wizards that's cloakless Open razor, black roses, to rap for Moses The Samurai [Outro] Samples