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, 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 Your sh*t You can't spit and it's better dat you quit Leave it to Shystie, that spits hot toxic But - you member how we's doin' all? Yeah! right! hah hah! [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! [FROST P:] Yo! This is it! heh hah haa! The beef's kickin' off now! (s'fun now) Frost P! Bruce Grove N17. Z-U! Let's 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 ain't botherin' no one So thanks but nah. Get yer own slogan! Take that! Matter of fact, get off de track I'm 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 they're featherweight And I'm a heavyweight Eatin' MCs like ready-break If that's 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, I'm Benson and Hedges Don't to trust you to get me anesthetics Even wif Gab's compressor, ya still sound lesser So don't get it twisted, girls - you ain't 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 ain't 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 don't wanna f*ck wiv my side, fool [ZUZ ROCK:] Heh heh Yeah, dese gurls can't 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 ain't better I'm 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 doesn't matter to me Cause if Shystie is on battlin' me She's 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, I'm talkin', my fro's clean Yo, my fro's clean, just like the Pope's 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 hoes, I won't lose. ZU-ZU! In the MC game, I put a lame MC to shame You've 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, it's not happenin' I still strappin' my nine, I still rappin part time Lemme up, I take ye back de old ways Yeah don't wanna see me take it back to old days - I favored Frost P like a maniac. (he's great) Cause I'm back, I show you where the f**ks izzat I'm still one of a kind, win de war wiv me? Killed twenty-two (22.) MC's 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 don't wanna f*ck wiv my side, fool [SHYSTIE:] I'll 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 ain't stoppin' for queues, we just rush past Educated, but yep, I still bunk class! [ZUZ ROC:] See, I'm 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 - don't get it twisted, cause I'm 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 won't be into Lauren [SOV:] Yeah don't wanna look in my eye, fool! My lyrics see people dat cry, fool! You'll see black and white Like a black tie ball, so - [ALL:] YOU DON'T WANNA F*CK WIV MY SIDE, FOOL