before I make position to squeeze The head burner cookin, eminate thought and grab my phallus Please, I pump kinetics with unintentional malice Wanna battle
Jamaicans Them niggas had their corners on red Map the laws, runnin' cards, playin' bars Mask the coke in the cars, twist the gan', mad, crackin' cigars Smokin' through queens
dead What? Battle for cake and wizzes, we do it straight business All mount ride, ain't no fake, reminisce, spit faces Pissin' on the fake little swindler's list Rae gave them cake, battle
what your looking for Fuck you gonna do now, money Cause this the sonee Seeds of mister droppin wisdom like a blister I get downright deprived on them
you see us flashing and shining And building and adding on Y'all niggaz just watch it, hear me Only ones that who we got respect for Is them niggaz
to seventy-nine I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies an' hypothesis Can't define how I be droppin' these mockeries Lyrically, perform armed robbery Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me Battle
Worldwide I take you to Europe Worldwide Come back to Queens Worldwide I take you to Russia Worldwide I take it to the North pole Worldwide I bring it back to Queens
Subliminal thug-ism, rap mysticism For all my niggas locked with life in state prison We combinate, like dime piece and sperm jizm Queens niggas going
worn down. 6 6 6. Beat. Looking for the next quick fix. Unpopular prophets with problems Up against angels in disguise who want to rob them; Who
line my nest with your soul -- cleansed in bloodshed [chorus] BATTLE READY! poets gonna take control BATTLE READY souls violate parole BATTLE
can see this lyrical genius, i got it sown like a seamstress but if you want to battle, I'm down if you got nine lives, I'll take eight of them off your
my rhymes styles skandelous deep n' Mc's n' banders So many niggaz on my dick Now I see them seam in fucking sandwiches Hardcore when I throw rappers to the flow Battleing
ruined houses lay And as they came on back down from the hills The wind behind them wailed away And it saida?¦ I want my people back I want them
all, I'm lookin' to prove a point Kickin' a freestyle every now and then But mostly off the joint See I smoke good 'cuz see it go good wit them flows
lot of people are cool, and some are less intellectual I like having a girlfriend and like them more when they're bisexual Battle rhymes don't hurt people, battling
of holes, never found the shovel Panic attack, so what's the plan of attack? You had to be had. You cut in half. You had to react You battle with your
and orange peels Navagatin through this basement, the mascarades As our nation, practicin' my acetate, masturbation Watchin the expressions on the faces Of the ones designated to be the queens
to die admired From here there is no turning back Fall out of focus Arguments end where you leave them (What's it take to be satisfied) You battle