Letra de The Battle (Extended Mix)
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These hungry rappers battle for a buck and some change
There really be kids starving give a fuck if it change
Shock rap, not that
There really be kids starving give a fuck if it change
Shock rap, not that
You get signed, you might blow up
Release "Party in Iraq," you might blow up
I see you trying to think a few lines you might get at me with
Slap happy babies who're born with crack in they cribs
Too much to cram under your oversized fitted
And the public system failed you, either you're ignorant or you isnt, and concerned with scuff on my sneakers, my democratic listenin but not too many rappers teachin and i find a way to fill a hard-driver, with songs containing mainly "bitch whole shit fuck!" Yo, you know whats up, theres some ill shit going on. so wrong its topics that i never really spoken on, Im just like you, a kid who wants to rap get money put an album out, mansion with a fountain spout. Out in the front yard, sidewalk leadin to the street which leads me to speak. my speech reaches the whole world and yet still, i'd rather rap about what i got or what i do to you, if you disrespect, you guessed it i'm suing you. Yo whos the true villain and whos illin, mixtape gunshots aint really killin. People dying its tough luck. Cant figure out if im the problem or the worlds just fucked up
(Thanks to Coley for these lyrics)
Release "Party in Iraq," you might blow up
I see you trying to think a few lines you might get at me with
Slap happy babies who're born with crack in they cribs
Too much to cram under your oversized fitted
And the public system failed you, either you're ignorant or you isnt, and concerned with scuff on my sneakers, my democratic listenin but not too many rappers teachin and i find a way to fill a hard-driver, with songs containing mainly "bitch whole shit fuck!" Yo, you know whats up, theres some ill shit going on. so wrong its topics that i never really spoken on, Im just like you, a kid who wants to rap get money put an album out, mansion with a fountain spout. Out in the front yard, sidewalk leadin to the street which leads me to speak. my speech reaches the whole world and yet still, i'd rather rap about what i got or what i do to you, if you disrespect, you guessed it i'm suing you. Yo whos the true villain and whos illin, mixtape gunshots aint really killin. People dying its tough luck. Cant figure out if im the problem or the worlds just fucked up
(Thanks to Coley for these lyrics)
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