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The Battle

アーティスト:Lady Sovereign  作詞:ADESANYA B/CALICA CHANELLE/CONSTABLE D I  作曲:ADESANYA B/CALICA CHANELLE/CONSTABLE D I 

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(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, I'm 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 I'm payin', still for meals I'm prayin' In the meanwhile, I stayed me and wait, De life ain't great, But it's 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 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 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, you're too weak. I still represent Hayestown. 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. Down 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. [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 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, 'Cause I know, see, I can spit... Let's show dem. A'right! [SOV:] Yo, dere's sumffin, I got one bad habit, When those streets step to me, I won't have it 'Specially people like you and you... Dat's okay, now when I come through Time after time, like Cyndi Lauper Remember de time when you got slaughtered Beef? Course not, it's 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, I'm above de flow Leave your mind in de hollow Like your de centre of Apollo, push Can't enter his side when I'm solo, Yah, yeh don't 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 I'll spit this... Anyone listenin' is a witness. Helpless lady - I ain't not written dis. Let's get on with de quick busi-ness. S.O.V. that dot lyricist can they touch dis? - No. Hup-two-three-four, I'm goin' to war To win, I leave leave the runner-up sore. (ow!) I'm raw, like uncooked meat That's why I'm in de hole... Da white flag I'm a tree... I'm 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 camp's deep, and they never stopped we Spittin' lyrics in your face, you can't keep up de pace So, you don't wanna f*ck wiv our side, fool! [SHYSTIE:] Ha! So, let's show dese boys what time it is. I'm showin' you Dey don't know about how us gurrls spit, yeh. Let's show dem how we keep it real. Let's show dem what de deal is. Let's show dem what time it is. It's Shystie! Let's go! Oi! 'ey, lissen up, Don't get f*cked up, I got Fu' PMS My mood swings leave N*ggas in a state of Distress. I'm the lyrical Shakespeare thou shall never test Thou shall spit a battle forth to rattle a man's 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. I'm 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 I'll show everyone (sure!) here dat' there not Ready yet. I'll 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, can't see me But I'm still here, 'cause I move like the wind. I'm 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 couldn't rhyme You still couldn't 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 I'm daily separatin' mens, day after day Leaving them with no self-esteem, meditating Don't think of it, Unless it's how I make you lose your confidence. Even how you spittin' on dis track is never-never land.


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