Lady Sovereign, Shystie, Frost P & Zuz Rock - The Battle (Lyric part 1) | Текст песни

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• The Battle (Lyric part 1)

<inside. the. Medasyn. camp.>
<yes. 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 Rock.
Den, I will do. Yo.

See I'm a man who only chats realness
Be like most dese kids who chat sh*t
S*ck record company dick.
Frost P, I keep it gutter.

Still bills I'm payin', still for meals I'm prayin'

In the meanwhile, I stayed me and wait,
De life ain't great,
But's better than the jobs from state,
For makin' it, mate, just a Q and A.

Still ghetto wit de mind of a needle
quicker than a cheetah,
Draw nine millimeter up.
Grab a man's chain

If I get shifty, never in vain
Ain't life, but I stay in de game
Yeah the prodicial's the same
"Ain't we all a little ?"

Frame my brain to the game
N*gga blow the whistle (tweet)

[ZUZ ROCK]
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, you're too weak.

I still represent Hays Town.
Though it's 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.

Style to the manner, got a place in the manor
Like a .38, always come back to the man-ner.
That's grammar.

Use it punk, big like de clumps.
You versus me equals my car trunk.

[FROST/ZUZ CHORUS] [x2]
Lissen up -- Zuz, Frost P, eyes frosty,
Dat Meda camp, kills MCs softly
Like Lauren, we buy shots from foreign.
And you don't wanna f*ck wiv my side, fool

[SHYSTIE/SOV]
Yo, this is Shystie . . .

Yeah, SOV, Lady Sovereign, and what Shystie.
Let's take dese boys out, yah?

I'm on it, boy-eh. . .Let's battle . . .
Show dese guys what we're worth, rude boy,
'Cos I know, see, I can spit ...
Let's show dem.

A'right!

[SOV]
Yo, dere's suttin, I got one bad habit,
When those streets step to me, I won't have it,
'Specially people like you and you an . . .
Dat's okay, now when I come through

Come up de light's in de low power,
Remember de time when you got slaughtered,
Beef? Cos' no, it's just an argument
Words they is jerkin' in de House of Parliament.

Wid out de words, wid out de verbs
Little boys left on de kerb.
People, lift dem up before dey get hurt.
But their heart rate stop (beeep)
When they have just learned

Dat I'm above de flow
Leave yer mind in high-low
Like de center of a polo, push
Can't enter his height when I'm so low,
Yah, yeh don't know, so --

None a yer words can hurt me, fool.
None a yer combacks mean f*k, fool.
Nuffin' you say can hurt me, fool.
I feel bad, pity for you.

Rue the lack of sense.
That's yer ish-ing dat does dis.
Where yer car? harhar! A domestic life

Devil promotion of sickness (hwack)
I'll spit this Anyone listenin' is a witness.
Helpless lady -- I never written dis.
Let's get on wid de quick busi-ness.
S.O.V. that darn lyricist can get us dis?
-- No.

Hup-two-three-four, I'm goin' to war,
To win and leave the runner-up sore. (ow!)
I'm raw, like uncooked meat,
That's why I'm in de hole,
Dat why I flak it, I'm a treat --

I'm deep. But my face looks sweet!
Sweet enough to fool yeh 'bout my greed.
Waltz it to where dem don't sleep,
Yaeh, now creep!


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