Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wanna Battle (Feat. MizzNina, Noreen, M.O.B. And Reefa), artist - Too Phat
Date of issue: 31.12.2004
Song language: English
Wanna Battle (Feat. MizzNina, Noreen, M.O.B. And Reefa) |
Remember back in the time when it was all about the simplest rhymes |
Way before Malique be kickin' the the wickedest flows and ticklish lines |
But hey it’s a little bit changed now, it’s getting more strange now |
I’m feelin' the pain and sick of the dirty games and sick of the flirty dames |
now |
I’m sick of them kekos who kickin' their simile so similar to the mista |
I’m sick of them people that takin' advantage now is you diggin' the picture |
Slick with the raps I’m bringing, I’m killin' any cats in Sing Sing |
Your cat wanna battle me? |
Bring him in the ring ring |
And see this killa be sting him |
(Reefa) |
Wanna battle me dribblin' |
Gonna be laughin' at you like you be ticklin' |
While I be goin' fast u be tricklin' |
Doze off like a dose of penicillin |
And even though you be figurin wit the flow you deliverin' |
In a bose speaker bein' in |
For this ear to be listenin' |
Keep your head up for a dissin', I’m good like finger lickin' |
Wanna test the best and get yourself in a mess |
While you kickin' a dress |
I’ll be up in the press |
Never settle for less |
While you feelin', depressed with a stick in your chest |
So bring it on, and lay it down |
And now you know I get around |
And while you kickin' it |
I’ll be the fella in the back puffin' under breath lickin' it |
(Mizz Nina) |
Get ready for the attack cos look who’s back |
Mizz Nina comin' through with the crew and Too Phat |
Have you ever seen a hot b-girl emcee |
I bust rhymes with mad style |
Positions, baby freeze |
So please acknowledge the fact that I’m the equal in this hip hop sequel |
Don’t be judgin' on my physicals |
I swallow you and your crew like small raisins |
Whether sober or under intense intoxication |
What you facin' are nights full of frustration |
It’s amazing how I always keep my rap blazin' |
Hot like cajun, witness the chicks assassination |
It’s evident, believe my hip hop dedication |
This highness be with wisdom, touchin' upon the throne |
Furious intensity bestowed upon my microphone |
Lyrical fitness, the impact like a hitlist |
Keep your s***list and won’t stop till I’m finished, what? |
(Noreen) |
Your whole style feminine |
Sickin' when you spittin em |
No more fans be diggin em |
Cause I be the one who addictin' em |
Sugar make you high like I’m lemon gin |
Grillin' any man like I’m Eminem |
Who’s that next chump? |
Bring em in |
I’ll stomp on him wit' ma Timbalands |
Y’all know I ain’t no fairy yo, some might think I' a scary ho |
Mind full of war scenarios, Noreen remain imperial |
(Joe) |
My dribblin' don’t impress you |
But would you be depressed |
If I address your female siblin' |
With my ticklin' too, and the figidy freakin fools |
Swing my diggity dingaling from Petaling too Timbuktu |
And got me impromptu freestylin' spits blow you to bits |
Turn your fans into my fanatics |
Jizzow addicts we’z a force to be reckoned with |
Now don’t you know |
I can pull it off slow |
But then again I could be droppin jams |
Advertising bpm |
(Saint) |
No more time to be silent, it’s time to get violent |
Cause you know here I come with the bomb and it’s pumpin' |
So best beware don’t sit down and just stare |
Pump it up in the air when you know we are there |
Get it up and down comin' to you straight from the underground |
Buck buck pow it’s the sound of the shallow streets of my hood |
And it’s makin' me frown |
Steadily standin' me, feelin' me, backin' me, bring it on to the top |
Better just makin it real so you can feel the beat don’t make you drop |
Get your groove on, put your strap on |
Don’t keep me waiting too long |
Cause I’m a blow it off |
(Sam) |
Feel ma' heat when I’m home alone |
Couldn’t keep me asleep gotta sleep till dawn |
Shall I stick with me click |
Might get rid of the heat so I sit on |
My seat 'fore I slip or get prick on my feet makes me sick |
As I peeped out the street, got a tip for the treat |
Better hit down the beat start to lead on this song |
Couldn’t keep me home |
Close up the wind blow |
Get in the car and close up the window lookin' in far and |
Ya’ll better be holler me for battle as I rebel against the devil |
Friends form the past |
Enemy who dares to stop on my chest go ahead |
Be my guest |