{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 hoes, 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
