Wanna Battle lyrics

Artist  : Too Phat 
Song : Wanna Battle



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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
Im sick of them
people that takin advantage now is you diggin the
picture
Slick with the raps im bringing. IUm
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 fact that im the equal
in this hip-hio 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 lyk 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
WQhat i talk aobut in 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