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Malique: Remember back in the time when it was all about the simplest rhymes Way before Malique he be kickin the the wickedest flows and the ticklish rhymes But hey it's a little bit changed now, its getting more strange now Im feelin the pain im sick of the dirty game and sick of the flirty dames now I'm sick of them kekos who kickin' their simile so similar to the mista Im sick of them people that takin advantage now is you diggin the picture Slick with the raps im bringing. I'm killin any cats in sing sing Your cat wanna battle me? bring him in the ring ring And see this killa bee sting him Reefa: Wanna battle me dribblin Gonna be laughin at you liek you be ticklin While i be goin fast you be tricklin Doze off like a dose of penicillin And even though you be figurin with the flow you deliverin In a bose speaker bein in For this ear to be listenin Keep your head up for a dissin. im good like finger lickin Wanna test the best and get ourself in a mess While you kickin a dress I'll be up in the press Never settle for less While you're takin a rest And you feelin depressed like a sick 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 puffin under breath lickin it Chorus: Holler at me if you wanna battle Blow with your lingo we get it started Holler at me if you wanna battle Blow it your lingo (X2) Mizz Nina: Get ready for the attack cos look who's back Mizz Nina comin through with her 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 im the equal in this hip-hop sequel Don't be judgin by my physicals, i swallow you and your crew like small raisins Whether sober or under intense intoxications What you're feelin are nights of full of frustration It's amazing how i always keep my 'raps blazin' Hot like cajun, witness this chicks assasination It's evident believe my hip-hop dedication THis highness be with wisdom, touching upon the throne Furious intensity bestowed upon my microphone Lyrical fitness, the impact like a hitlist Keep your ishlish and won't stop till im finished. What? Noreen: Your whole style is feminine Sinkin when you spittin em No more fans be diggin em Cause i be the one who addictin em Sugar make you high like im lemon gin Grillin and man like i'm Eminem Who's that next chump? bring em in I'll stomp on him wit ma Timbalands Ya'll know i aint no fairy yo, some might think im a scary hoe Mind full of war scenarios, Noreen remain imperial... Chorus Joe: My dribblin dont impress you But would you be depressed If i undress you female siblin With my ticklin too. In the figidy freakin pool Swing my diggity dingaling from Petaling to Timbaktu 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 dont you know I can pull it off slow But the again I could be droppin gems At a 1000 bpm got more bars than pens You gonna tell your friends that imma dope no doubt like gwen What i talk about is genuine, like autobot i always win Saint M.O.B: 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 to beware dont sit down and just stare Pump it up in the air when you know weare there Get it up and down comin to you straight from the underground Buck buck pow it's the sound of the hallow streets of my hood And it's makin me frown Steadily standin e, feelin me, backin me, bring it on to the top Better just makin it real so you can feel the beat dont make you drop Get your groove on, put your strap on Dont keep me waiting too long cause im a blow it off Sam M.O.B: Feel ma heat when im home alone Couldnt 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 Couldnt keep me home. Close up the wind blow Get in the car and close up the window lookin the far and Ya'll better be holler me for battle as I rebel agaisnt the devil Friends form the past Enemy who dares to stop on my chest go ahead Be my guest |