Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Battle , by - Erick Sermon. Release date: 31.12.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Battle |
| Yo, aiyyo it’s crunchtime, time for action, time in |
| I explain time after time, time and time again |
| Time’s up, Def Squad called time out |
| Can’t hold back the shit, so I flip myself aside out |
| Dramatics, they act in classes, act what |
| Actin like suckers raw, act enough to get they ass whipped |
| Ask for the acts and ask for the axe |
| They get as actors, Beams, Navs, and Ac’s |
| Still navigatin rap cats, attack on tracks |
| To flow til I fall off the atlas map |
| (And stomp a cat) til they frame mats to mat |
| Not my bloodtype, DNA mismatch |
| (Aiy-yo) Where there’s a will there’s a way |
| (Tell 'em Green) But you will get wheeled away |
| All is said and done, you’re dumb, just dumb |
| Bust dum-dums at kingdom, take they free-dom |
| He’s done, E done did it |
| Easy go, easy come when E come widdit |
| Come witness, dis +Strictly+ |
| +Unfinished+ +As Usual+ +Never Personal+ +Business+ |
| Y’all don’t really wanna fuck with that |
| It’s not where your head is at |
| Y’all don’t really wanna fuck with that |
| It’s not where your head is at |
| I will. |
| «Battle anybody, I don’t care.» |
| E will. |
| «Battle anybody, I don’t care.» |
| Sy will. |
| «Battle anybody, I don’t care.» |
| We will. |
| «Battle anybody, I don’t care.» |
| Yo, yo, yo |
| Yo sticks and stones break bones but Glocks’ll kill you |
| Revolvers could pop you but automatics’ll drill you |
| I spit lyrics up til they spill through with blue mold and mildew |
| Enough to clean these preachers to the fifth pew |
| The shit stink like pee-yew, G2-D2 |
| Versus R2-D2, please move peaceful |
| Bulbasar smash the Pokemon powers of Pikachu |
| Faced against Yui Oshamitsu |
| I speak in two’s like I had two faces |
| Get deeper than Tomb Raiders, open and shut case |
| Like suitcases, Dark Forces couldn’t take it |
| If you had NATO backed by Duke Nukem with two lasers |
| My true nature bite you and your face out |
| Leave you on the ground pointin finks out |
| Scatterin towards your safehouse, the illest nigga that’s out |
| I brainstorm til the whole rap game get rained out |
| Don’t make me get a hat and start pullin names out |
| Change the outfit, get the thang out |
| Make you wish you never came out, get laid out, without an 8-count |
| Get up, get out, and stop tryin to play house |
| Yo, don’t exchange with E in exhibition, I’m a expert |
| Feelin the overexhausted from the leg work |
| Write hate mail through e-mail |
| Talk on my cell, my cell charged like D-cells |
| I hate the flows MC’s they use these days |
| It’s overused, used too much these days |
| E explain, X mark the spot, I rock the spot |
| E-Dub the name, and that’s Sy Scott |
| Who wanna battle? |
| The beat beat badly in battle |
| In battle I paddle like world-class battlers |
| In the heat of battle, true MC not abbreviation |
| Bout to bring cold war to radio stations |
| I’m Master Tsin, the excellent Master Chen |
| Spit like I got two mouths connected to an extra chin |
| My foreign is forum |
| Embryo MC get brain aborted before they born and made organs |