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Lady Sovereign - "The Battle"
Lyrics to The Battle : (feat. Frost P, Zuz Rock & Shystie) {Inside. the Medasyn camp.} {Guest MCs, state your identity} -Frost P! -Zuz. -SOV, Lady Sovereign. -Shystie! {Let the battle commence.} [FROST P:] Yo, Medasyn star. Plus the prodigal son, Zuz Roc. You know how we do, Yo. See, Im a man who only chats realness F**K being like most dese kids who chat sh*t S*ck record company dick. Frost P, I keep it gutter. Still bills Im payin, still for meals Im prayin In the meanwhile, I stayed me and wait, De life aint great, But its better than the jobs from state, For makin it, mate, just a Q. and A. Still ghetto with de mind of a needle Quicker than a cheetah, Draw nine millimeter up. Grab a mans chain If I get shifty, never in vain Aint life, but I stay in de game Yeah, the prodicials the same "Aint we all a little' " Frame my brain to the game N*gga blow the whistle (tweet) [ZUZ ROC:] Same issue, I move like a video on jerk. Steady, walk forward in my Timberland boots And I still ready to shoot, you need proof' Show it any time F*ck a label, I never get signed! More time, N*ggas wanna leave me behind. Tell me to put my name on de dotted line. Ya find, the way I am contracts to de street Come around, will you' In the last two weeks, youre too weak. I still represent Hayestown. Though its my proximity, my boy face-down. Murder mans, N*ggas fast like a greyhound Quick to run in the bank and tell ya lay down. Down to the manner, got a place in the manor Like a .38, always come back to the man-ner. Thats grammar. Use it punk, big like de clumps. You versus me equals my car trunk. [CHORUS x2: FROST/ZUZ] Lissen up - Zuz, Frost P, eyes frosty, Dat Meda camp, kills MCs softly, like Lauren We buy shots from foreign. And you dont wanna f*ck wiv my side, fool [SHYSTIE/SOV:] Yo, this is Shystie... Yeah, SOV, Lady Sovereign, and what Shystie. Lets take dese boys out, yah' Im on it, boy-eh... Lets battle... Show dese guys what were worth, rude boy, Cause I know, see, I can spit... Lets show dem. Aright! [SOV:] Yo, deres sumffin, I got one bad habit, When those streets step to me, I wont have it Specially people like you and you... Dats okay, now when I come through Time after time, like Cyndi Lauper Remember de time when you got slaughtered Beef' Course not, its just an argument Words they is jerkin in de House of Parliament. Wid out your words, spit out your verbs Knuckle boy boxen on de corner of de curb. People, lift dem up before dey get hurt. But their heart rate stop (beeep) When they have just learned Dat, Im above de flow Leave your mind in de hollow Like your de centre of Apollo, push Cant enter his side when Im solo, Yah, yeh dont know, so - None a yer words can hurt me, fool. None a yer combacks mean f**k ou. Nuffin you say can hurt me, fool. I feel bad, pity fool ya rude. I can sense. That yer ish-ing to dis dis. Where yer car' harhar! A domestic life Devil promotion of sickness Ill spit this... Anyone listenin is a witness. Helpless lady - I aint not written dis. Lets get on with de quick busi-ness. S.O.V. that dot lyricist can they touch dis' - No. Hup-two-three-four, Im goin to war To win, I leave leave the runner-up sore. (ow!) Im raw, like uncooked meat Thats why Im in de hole... Da white flag Im a tree... Im deep. But my face looks sweet! Sweet enough to fool yeh bout my greed. Yo, Now-now-now, Waltz it to where de daemons sleep Yeah, now creep! [CHORUS x2: SHY/SOV] Yo, lissen up to Sovereign and me, Shystie! The Meda camps deep, and they never stopped we Spittin lyrics in your face, you cant keep up de pace So, you dont wanna f*ck wiv our side, fool! [SHYSTIE:] Ha! So, lets show dese boys what time it is. Im showin you Dey dont know about how us gurrls spit, yeh. Lets show dem how we keep it real. Lets show dem what de deal is. Lets show dem what time it is. Its Shystie! Lets go! Oi! ey, lissen up, Dont get f*cked up, I got Fu PMS My mood swings leave N*ggas in a state of Distress. Im the lyrical Shakespeare thou shall never test Thou shall spit a battle forth to rattle a mans chest I corner N*ggas in angles, as if dere was a circle Yeah! ' Get paid, but I know my lyrics hurt you. I take you for a joke, so you get laffed at (haha) Cause yer a basic MC, boy. Im done - past dat. Cause my microphone leaves sound boys on da silence Leaves' Yeh, suddenly need stabilizers. Yeah, wanted to battle me like an idiot. But Ill show everyone (sure!) here dat there not Ready yet. Ill leave you body wrapped, body bagged, in a closed hearse. Leff it in de church, can it really get worse' Cannot rilly, know dat I jest, silly, cant see me But Im still here, cause I move like the wind. Im goin to make havoc - Spit till I choke. How could anyone want to battle me for a joke. See de tick-tock' On de body clock, I put it on stop. If you wanna come and drop a lyric, there is no topic. But if you had it, you still couldnt rhyme You still couldnt write in beat to dis time So you never get close enough to me to attack. You take two steps forward, but three steps back. Cause Im daily separatin mens, day after day Leaving them with no self-esteem, meditating Dont think of it, Unless its how I make you lose your confidence. Even how you spittin on dis track is never-never land. Your sh*t You cant spit and its better dat you quit. Leave it to Shystie, that spits hot toxic. But - you member how wes doin all' Yeah! right! hah hah! [CHORUS x2: SHY/SOV] Yo, lissen up to Sovereign and me, Shystie! The Meda camps deep, and they never stopped we Spittin lyrics in your face, you cant keep up de pace So you dont wanna f*ck wiv our side, fool! [FROST P:] Yo! This is it! heh hah haa! The beefs kickin off now! (sfun now) Frost P! Bruce Grove N17. Z-U! Lets take down these Duckbirds. (nice) Yo, I used both of dese girls mouth Like pick-up sex in a condom de beef is on. And your Miss Dynamite Impressions aint botherin no one. So thanks but nah. Get yer own slogan! Take that! Matter of fact, get off de track. Im too classy to go back-to-back Wiv your average hood-rats. What you know about markin yer game Up yer walls' Nuffin. Spittin crap at yer sympathizers. (nuffin!) Treat ya frauds like Kit-Kat - "Give em a break! " Cause yer unknown and fake Cause yer bound to hate. Dey wanna beee like us! (I know) But theyre featherweight And Im a heavyweight. Eatin MCs like ready-break. If thats the case, imagine when the skets get slapped. Quick and exit. And home it crept. Must be men! Wish you had the balls to step, attempt to a rep But you get blazed off de set. Trust if you be Sovereign, Im Benson and Hedges Dont to trust you to get me anesthetics. Even wif Gabs compressor, ya still sound lesser. So dont get it twisted, girls - you aint better. Man, I take down your whole hood wiv my four wood. You hear de way I flow, and you really wish you could. Never dat! Too many rhymes, too many lines. For dead amateurs like you, I aint got de time. [CHORUS x2: FROST/ZUZ] Lissen up - Zuz, Frost P, eyes frosty, Dat Meda camp, kills MCs softly, like Lauren We buy shots from foreign. And you dont wanna f*ck wiv my side, fool [ZUZ ROCK:] Heh heh. Yeah, dese gurls cant be serious! Frost, are these gurls serious, man' They better f*kin recognize what time it is, Before we clean their clocks. R-O-C' - Yep. I spit sick rhymes, my styles Better den yours, times ten. I rhyme couple time, I punish your assembly line You could never take Zuz for a spin. Dese b*tches aint better Im tougher dan eva. My vendetta is simply payback Write lyrics wiv no pen, no paper. Hate-ers never prosper. (yep) So get lost like change down the sofa. Garage doesnt matter to me. Cause if Shystie is on battlin me Shes ready to see, R.O. is old school Like bullet-hole jeans - p*ssy goes squeeze when de bullet goes in I used to shop work till I get a gold fing. For sure, Im talkin, my fros clean. Yo, my fros clean, just like the Popes sheets Better listen up when R.O. speaks. So all of my worrds are hurrrtin you. And yer both damn, sound like dudes. Why would not you got a better fing to do' Easily kill you hos, I wont lose. ZU-ZU! In the MC game, I put a lame MC to shame. Youve only got yourself to blame. Tame your voice when you talk big, my sh*t is real I kill your little kids like mornin-after pills - So chill. When you walk in, I met ends, its not happenin. I still strappin my nine, I still rappin part time. Lemme up, I take ye back de old ways. Yeah dont wanna see me take it back to old days - I favored Frost P like a maniac. (hes great) Cause Im back, I show you where the f**ks izzat. Im still one of a kind, win de war wiv me' Killed twenty-two (22.) MCs Dem wanna make it twenty-three (23!). [CHORUS x2: FROST/ZUZ] Lissen up - Zuz, Frost P, eyes frosty, Dat Meda camp, kills MCs softly, like Lauren We buy shots from foreign. And you dont wanna f*ck wiv my side, fool [SHYSTIE:] Ill slew you, hands tied behind my flesh No lies, I will even close my eyes. Turn aroun, with my back-face In yer face, switch place. Spit my lyrics in yer face like mace. [SOV:] Yo, the riddles I scribble, can make a once upon a time Fool, who will sell it like drizzle. Uh-huh. I be de midget in de middle But uh, right about now... But, can you do a little' [FROST P:] Rose, never stoppin. I called de rolls, twenty years old. I still hop on the bus with a child bus pass. We aint stoppin for queues, we just rush past Educated, but yep, I still bunk class! [ZUZ ROC:] See, Im renegade. Roll with de R.O.C., Plus, we fully stocked with de nine milli Cause we hotter than the Sahara desert Afta banned and a filly, I thug jacked Pokemon cards from kiddies. [SHYSTIE:] A lotta people know Shystie de renegade, I keep gasses out de bottle, but I stock lemonade. So - dont get it twisted, cause Im not Shy. Give a bad look, get a right hook in yer eye! [FROST P:] F*ck dat man, I pull scares like anthrax Leave a boy lookin - zip his lips with Tampax! With my accent, jack all de lime off de track. Make a used door sound like "Oh dear, Maxwell" [ZUZ ROC:] Still - Huffing and puffing and bluffing And not on a double to nuttin. I doubled up when I f**kin yer girlfriend, Double the trouble, when I doubled de barrel, R.O. dubbed it, so you wont be into Lauren [SOV:] Yeah dont wanna look in my eye, fool! My lyrics see people dat cry, fool! Youll see black and white Like a black tie ball, so - [ALL:] YOU DONT WANNA F*CK WIV MY SIDE, FOOL [ The Battle Lyrics ]
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