The Battle Songtext
von Lady Sovereign

-Frost P!
-Zuz.
-SOV, Lady Sovereign.
-Shystie!

{Let the battle commence.}

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)

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.

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

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!

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!

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!

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!