The Hit List - Saafir The Saucee Nomad

featuring Sonnie Black 

Intro: 
Huh yeah yeah. Saafir in the house youknowhatI'msayin'? Layin' it down with 
my nigga Sonnie Black. About to spit this shit to you. You might be on this 
motherfucker man. You know? 

Saafir: 
Since the death of the first two icons I be wonderin' 
Who's gonna be the next to plummet in the dirt 
Somebody is puttin' in major work 
And drop the line of these top the line rhymer you know who was the first 
And the second MC 
The shit temps me 
To keep practicing my aim at the shooting range 
And keep my vest 
In close range to my chest 
Say a prayer to the game 
Cause she won't be the same after this 
I heard they 
Who is they? 
I don't know 
But you know what they say 
Don't believe it till you see it 
But now I peep the Ebony special Big Daddy Dane or Super Nat 
Death's comin' three and the shit is startin' to worry me (why?) 
Cause this shit got to be connected to a much deeper plot 
Maybe the government is fillin' it 
Since they see them taxes of these millionaire black men rappin' 
Imagin' if they got fed up and attached a contract 
To touch these pathetic lips 
Believe me 
It would be called 

Hook: 
The Hit List 
But it never happens to you if you're hitless 
So you better stay sharp in you mental fitness 
And always holla at your follies about business 
What is this? The Hit List 

Saafir: 
The newspapers read 
"De La Soul Is Dead" 
The Stakes Is Higher than Hell fire 
Shocking news travels like a live wire 
To the Mississippi connect 
Brought in from a club bathroom