come and release me now someone release me come and release me now someone release me release me/ because i'd rather die than hear your battlee cry this
, check it out Call me imperial beatslayer All prayers try to be advisory to rivalry in the battle player Bitches who lie to me and cry to me use bribery
fuck up offa me. [UnderRated] Here we go again, it's the veteran, Yo we better than, Even ya friends are pickin' me over them, Gotcha breeze on the bed, On her knees givin' head
' up your flesh tissue To have my pit bull lockin' on your bone gristle Castin' shadows in every battle I rabble words like scrabble Drag your brain
in the dark Pain and torture leave their mark Take no prisoners, smash the light Lunatic fringe, kiss and bite Wild promise, cheeks are red Battle cry
, go ahead and call your mom if ya need someone to cry to boo I guarantee ya that that bitch is gonna lie to you Fuck ya crank head, soap opera, pastries
figures You fucking with some raw, suave, dog ass niggas Look into the eyes of the man That will be detrimental to career If they touch the mics stand, nigga 'nuff said Hear the battle cry
fellas aint finna forgive all the lies never the spies wise, and you heard battle cry You'll never see my face or my eyes, no way Headed to a place,
last rites then kick the dust on them first Kemosabe! Your arms too short to box with me (For-geddit) Call shots wit' me (for-geddit) Laugh now cry later
perhaps Bring e and red and we can kick some raps This track is so sickenin' and bouncin' Make you nod your head so much you need counciling I flow to
it out [B-Real] Call me imperial beatslayer All prayers try to be advisory to rivalry in the battle player Bitches who lie to me and cry to me use bribery
I spit it rapid Victory over injury a victim to misery The myriad of my metaphors make me a mystical mystery They can't battle me; so they'd rather embarrass
be rippin up your flesh tissue and have my pitbull lockin on your bone gristle Castin shadows in every battle I rabble words like scrabble drag your brain
stories for the police, my flow heat leave no evidence no sediment I burn books, theres no testament to the savage thing, that the battle king does when
girl could stylize! It's from the soul! I ain't freakin' with white lies Yo, hey guys! Remember the summer of '92? Battle after battle! Crew after crew
could stylize! It's from the soul! I ain't freakin' with white lies Yo, hey guys! Remember the summer of '92? Battle after battle! Crew after crew! So
