Lirieke: Lady Sovereign. 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 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 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
{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 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 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
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