The Battle

<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

F*** being like most dese kids who chat ****

Suck record company ****.

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. [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 and you

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 comebacks 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 the bestest

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! [SHY/SOV CHORUS] [x2]

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 go through

PMS, My mood swings leave

N*ggas in a state of distress.

I'm the lyrical

Shakespeare thou shall never test thou

Doesn't spit about a rattle man's chest

I called the

N*ggers in, and goes if dere was a circle

Yeah! -- play, boy, but

I know my swivin' hurt you.

I take you for a joke, so you get laffed at (haha)

Yer a basic

MC, boy. I'm done -- past it.

Cos' my microphone sample is in de silence,

Leaving, yeh suddenly need stabilizers.

You wanted to battle me like an idiot.

But I'll show everyone (sure!) here dat yerr not ready yet.

I'll leave you body wrapped, body bagged, in a closed hearse.

Leff it in de church, can

I really get worse?

Cannot rilly know dat

I jes silly caught, seen me

But I'm still here, cos'

I move like the wind.

Goin' to make havoc -- spit til

I choke. How could anyone ever better 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 top.

But if you had it, you still couldn't rhyme

You still couldn't write (nah) in beat to dis time

So you never get close enough to me to attack.

You take two steps forward, but three steps back.

Cos' I'm daily separatin' mens day out day in,

Leaving them with no self-esteem, meditating and don't think of it,

Unless its how

I'll make you lose your confidence.

Even how you spittin on dis track is never-never lan'.

Your **** you. can't. spit. and. it's. better. dat. you. quit. leave. it. to

Shystie. that. spits. hot toxic. but -- you may be heavy still ya know... yeah! right! hah hah! [SHY/SOV CHORUS] [x2]

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 duck birds. (nice)

Yo, I used both of dese girls mouth

Like pick-up *** 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 class 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 yeh frauds like

Kit-Kat -- "Give 'em a break!"

Cos' yer unknown and fake,

Cos' 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 what the skets get slapped.

Quick and exit. (huh huh)

And home it crept.

Must be men! '

Cos you had the balls to step in, pretend to rap

But you get blazed off de set.

Trust if you be

Sovereign,

I'm Benson and hedges

Don't to trust get me like anesthetics.

Even wif Gab's compressor, ya still sound lesser.

So don't 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 ain't got de time.

Yo! [FROST/ZUZ CHORUS] [x2]

Lissen up --

Zuz, Frost

P, eyes frosty,

Dat Meda camp, kills

MCs softly

Light 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' reco'nize what time it is,

Before we clean their clocks.

R-O-Z? -- yep.

I spit sick rhymes, my styles

Better den yours, times ten.

I rhyme couple time,

I punish you in line,

You could never take

Zuz for a spin.

These b*tches only better, but

I'm tougher dan evah.

My vendetta is simply payback

Write lyrics wiv no pen, no paper.

Haters never prosper. (yep)

So get lost like change down the sofa.

Gary doesn't matter to me. '

Cos if Shystie is on battlin' me

She's ready to see,

R.O. is old school

Like bullet-hole jeans (whew) -- when de bullet goes in

I used to shop work to get a gold fing.

Think it's bullsh*it

I'm talkin', my fro's clean.

Yo, my 'fro's clean, just like the po 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 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 **** is real

I kill your little kids like mornin'-after pills --

So chill.

When you walked 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) '

Cos 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.)

MCs, Dem wanna make it twenty-three (23!).

Yo! [FROST/ZUZ CHORUS] [x2]

Lissen up --

Zuz, Frost

P, eyes frosty,

Dat Meda camp, kills

MCs softly

Light 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 fat*ss

No lies, I will even close my eyes.

Turn aroun', with my back faced

In yer face, switch place.

Spit my lyrics in yer face like mace. [SOV]

Yo, --------

I pity de fool ----

Light drizle, uh huh.

I be de midget in de middle

Wot right about now (yo)

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 ROCK]

See, I'm renegade.

Roll wid de

R.O.Z., Plus, we fully stocked wid de nine milli '

Cos 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 it's not lemonade.

So -- don't get twisted, 'cos

I'm not Shy.

Give a bad look, get a right hook in yer eye! [FROST P]

Fat man dat man

I pull scares like anthrax

Leave a boy lookin, zip is lips wit'

Tampax! Wit my accent, jack all de lime off de track.

Make a used door sound like "Oh dear, Maxwell" [ZUZ ROCK]

Still -- Huffing and puffing and bluffing

And not on a double to nuttin'.

I doubled up when

I f*cking yer girlfriend,

Double the trouble, when

I doubled de barrel,

R.O. dubbed it, so you won't be into lurin' [SOV]

Yeah dont wanna look in my eye, fool!

My lyrics see people dat cry, fool!

Yeah'll see black and white,

Like a black tie ball, so -- [ALL] **

YOU DON'T

WANNA F*CK

WIV MY SID

E, FOOL**