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                                                            lirik lagu Wanna Battle Too Phat feat. Reefa, Mizz Nina of TTC, Noreen of Muchachaz and M.O.B lyrics

                                                            Too Phat feat. Reefa, Mizz Nina of TTC, Noreen of Muchachaz and M.O.B

                                                            Wanna Battle lyrics :

                                                            ( Malique )
                                                            Remember back in the time when it was all about the stupiest rhymes
                                                            Way before Malique he be kickin` the the wickedest flows and tickish lines
                                                            But hey it`s a little bit changed now, it`s getting more strange now
                                                            I`m fellin` the pain I`m sick of the dirty game and sick of the flirty dames now
                                                            I`m sick of them kekos who kickin` their similes 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 sings sings
                                                            Your cat wanna battle me? Bring him in the ring ring
                                                            And see this killa be sting him

                                                            But I have a bad habit
                                                            I like to fight people who fight well

                                                            ( Reefa )
                                                            Wanna battle me dribbin`
                                                            Gonna be laughin` at you like you be tickin`
                                                            While I be goin` fast you be trickin`
                                                            Doze off like a dose of penicillin
                                                            And even thought you be figurin` wit the flow your 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`re takin a rest
                                                            And you tellin` 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 back puffin under breath lickin` it

                                                            ( chorus ) ( 2X )
                                                            ( all )
                                                            Holler at me if you wanna battle, battle
                                                            Blow with your lingo we get it started
                                                            Holler at me if you wanna battle, battle
                                                            Blow with your lingo

                                                            ( Mizz Nina )
                                                            Get ready for the attack `cos look who`s back
                                                            Mizz Nina comin` throught with the crew and Too Phat
                                                            Have you ever seen a hot b-girl emcee
                                                            I bust rhymes with mad styles
                                                            Positions, baby freeze
                                                            So please acknowledge the fact that I`m equal in this hip hop sequel
                                                            Don`t be judgin` on my physicals I swallow you and your crew like smallrainsins
                                                            Whether sober or under intense intoxication
                                                            What you facin` are nights full of frustration
                                                            It`s amazing now I always keep my raps blazin`
                                                            Hot like cajun, withness the chicks assassination
                                                            This evident, believe my hip hop dedications
                                                            This highness be with wisdom, touchin` upon my microphone
                                                            Lyrical fitness, the impact like a hitlist
                                                            Keep your ishlist and won`t stop till I`m finished, what?

                                                            ( Noreen )
                                                            Your whole style is feminine
                                                            Sinkin when you spittin `em
                                                            No make 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 the best 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`m a scary ho
                                                            Mind full of war scenarious, Noreen remain impertal

                                                            ( repeat chorus )

                                                            ( Joe Flizzow )
                                                            My dribbin` don`t impress you
                                                            But would you be depressed
                                                            If I undress your female siblin`
                                                            With my tickkin` too, in the freakin pool
                                                            Swing my diggity dingaling from Petaling too Timbuktu
                                                            And got me im promptu freestylin` spits blow you to hits
                                                            Turn your fans into my fanatics
                                                            Jizzow addict 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` gems
                                                            At 1000 bpm got more bars than pens
                                                            You gonna tell your friend 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 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 sounds 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 you groove` on, put your strap on
                                                            Don`t keep me waiting too long cause I`m a blow it off

                                                            ( Sam M.O.B )
                                                            Fell ma` heat when I`m home alone
                                                            Couldn`t keep me asleep gotta sleep till down
                                                            Shall I stick with me click
                                                            Might get rid of the beat so I sit on
                                                            My seat `fore I slip or get prick on my feet make 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 hoyer 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 quest!


                                                            lirik lagu Wanna Battle Too Phat feat. Reefa, Mizz Nina of TTC, Noreen of Muchachaz and M.O.B lyrics

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