BATTLE ME

[Southend_206]

STRAIGHT FROM THE 2-0 TO THE SICKNESS/
REAL NIGGAS FEEL THIS/
YA'LL JOHNS CATCH VALENTINE'S DAY FEELINGS BECAUSE YOU BE ON THAT TRICK SHIT/
ILL SHIT IS WHAT I BRING WHEN I COME WITH THE PAIN/
BUT, I DON'T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT YOU HOES, JUST SAY TOO SHORT INFLUENCED MY BRAIN.
I'M FROM THE CITY OF RAIN, WHERE MOST NIGGAS LACK IN THEIR GAME/
BUT SEATTLE AIN'T LIKE NO OTHER CITY, THERE ARE SOME REAL ONES HERE MAIN.
TREAL NIGGAS, NO FAKERS, BALLING LIKE THE LAKERS/
RUNNING AFTER MONEY DAILY, SO I'M DAILY CHASING PAPER.

 

[Rooz]

fuck battles up on the internet, I'ma verbal killer, makin enemies sweat/
makin death threats with my words cuz I'ma a vet/
ya'll can't catch this ridah slippin, all you'll see's my silhouette/
so lay down, or get clowned or gain some o my respect/

and I ain't even trippin off fake foos who rep towns/
shit, I don't give a fuck if you's black, white or brown/
cuz I been in the game for years homie, while think I'm so reknowned/

and why you think this shit is fun?
closest you been to a battle's when this thread here was begun/
I shoot wack cats wit lyrical gats, thats a fact, I'm not done/

I only spit the mere truth, fuck askin for a truce/
cuz I spit flames in this game and in my recordin booth/
my words are uncouth, they'll cause suckas a loose tooth/
I create more hits and score more than my homie, Babe Ruth/