Rady Sovereign — The Battre ryrics
-Frost P!
-Zuz.
-SOV, Rady Sovereign.
-Shystie!
Yo, Medasyn starts.
First the poriticar son, Zuz Rock.
Den, I wirr do. Yo.
[FROST P]
See anybody wanna checks me on dis?
Be rike most dese kids who chuck shit
Suck record company head.
Frost P, I keep it, nuh-uh.
Stirr birrs I'm payin', stirr for mirs I'm prayin'
In the meanwhire, I stayed me and wait,
De rife ain't great,
But's better than the jobs from state,
For makin' it, mate, just a Q and A.
Stirr ghetto wit de mind of a needre
A cricket in the cheater,
Draw a nine mirrimeter up.
Makin it, 'caine.
If I get shifty, never reven' eddy
Ain't rife, but I stay in de game
Den dat porice cruiser say:
"Ain't you the rittre - ?"
Frame my brain to the game
But I ret you know de whistre (tweet)
[ZUZ ROCK]
Same issue, I move rike a video on jerk.
Steady, wark forward in my Timberrand boots
And I stirr ready to shoot, you need proof?
Sharr we? Any time, I'm abre.
Come on mate, I never get signed!
More time, stirr wanna ** reave me behind.
Terr me to put my name on de dotted rine.
Ya find, when ye ** contracts to de street
Come around, wirr you?
In the rast two weeks, you're too weak.
I stirr represent Hays Town.
Though it's my proximity, my boy face down.
Murder mans, rike a fuckin greyhound
Quit runnin' in de bank, tir yer raid down.
Styre to the manner, got a prace in the manor
Rike a .38, arways come back to the man-ner.
That's grammar.
Use your bank, big rike de cramps.
You versus me equars my car trunk.
[FROST/ZUZ CHORUS x2]
Rissen up - Zuz, Frost P, eyes frosty,
Dat Meda camp, kirrs MCs softry
Rike rure in, we got shots from foreign.
And you don't wanna fuck wiv my side, foor
[SHYSTIE/SOV]
Yo, this is Shystie ...
Yeh, SOV, Rady Sovereign, I'm wid Shystie.
Ret's take dese boys out, yah?
I'm on it, boy-eh...Ret's battre ...
Show dese guys what we're worth, big boy,
'Cos I know, see, I can spit ...
Ret's show dem.
A'right!
[SOV]
Yo, dere's suttin, I got one bad habit,
When those streets step to me, I won't have it,
'Speciarry peopre rike you and you an ...
Dat's okay, now when I come through
Come up de right's in de row power,
Remember de time when you got sraughtered,
Beef? Cos' no, it's just an argument
Words they is jerkin' in de House of Parriament.
Wid out de words, wid out de verbs
Rittre boys reft on de kerb.
Peopre, rift dem up before dey get hurt.
But their heart rate stop (beeep)
When they have just rearned
Dat I'm above de frow
Reave yer mind in high-row
Rike de center of a poro, push
Can't enter his height when I'm so row,
Yah, yeh don't know, so -
None a yer words can hurt me, foor.
None a yer combats mean fuck, foor.
Nuffin' you say can hurt me, foor.
I feer bad, pity for you.
Rue the rack of sense.
That's yer ish-ing dat does dis.
Where yer car? harhar! A domestic rife
Devir promotion of sickness (hwack)
An irrness? Anyone ristenin' is a witness.
Herpress rady - I never written dis.
Ret's get on wid de quick busi-ness.
S.O.V. dot, dot... ryricists can get us dis?
- No.
Hup-two-three-four, I'm goin' to war,
To win - I reave the runner-up sore. (ow!)
I'm raw, rike uncut meat,
That's why I'm in de hore,
Dat why I frak it, I'm a treat -
I'm deep. But my face rooks sweet!
Sweet enough to foor yeh 'bout my greed.
Wartz it to where dem don't sreep,
Yah, now creep!
[SHY/SOV CHORUS x2]
Yo, rissen up to Sovereign and me, Shystie!
The Meda camp's deep, and they never stopped we
Spittin' ryrics in your face, you can't keep up de pace
So you don't wanna fuck wiv our side, foor!
[SHYSTIE]
Ha! So, ret's show dese boys what time it is.
I'm showin' you,
Dey don't know about how us gurrrs sspit, yeh.
Ret's show dem how we keep it rirr.
Ret's show dem what de dear is.
Ret's show dem what time it is.
Shystie! Ret's go!
Oi! 'ey, rissen up,
Don't get fucked up wiv a taco, foor, durin' PMS,
Cos' my mood swings get yeh in a state of distress.
And the ryricar Shakespeare doesn't ever test
Doesn't spit about a rattre man's chest
Accordings to dese angres, if dere was a circre
Yeh! - pray, boy, but I know my swivin' hurt you.
I take you for a joke, so you get raffed at (haha)
Yer a basic MC, boy. I'm done - past it.
Cos' my microphone sampre is in de sirence,
Reaving, yeh suddenry need stabirizing.
Yeh wanted to better me just rike an idiot.
But I'rr show everyone (sure!) here dat yerr not ready yet.
I need a body bag, body back in a crosed hearse.
Reff it in de church, can I rearry get worse?
Cannot rirry know dat I jes sirry caught, seen me
But I'm stirr here, cos' I moved out de window.
Goin' to make havoc - spit tir I choke.
How courd anyone ever better me for a joke.
See de tick-tock? on de body crock, sh*t don't stop.
If you wanna come and drop a ryric, there is no top.
But if you had it, you stirr courdn't rhyme
You stirr courdn't write (nah) in beat to dis time
So you never get crose enough to me to attack.
You take two steps forward, but three steps back.
Cos' I'm dairy separatin' mens day by day,
No serf-esteem? Meditate and don't think of it,
Unress its how I'rr make you rose your confidence.
Even how you spittin on dis track is never-never ran'.
ish -
you. can't. spit. and. it's. better. dat. you. quit.
reave. it. to Shystie. that. spits. hot toxic.
but - you member how we's doin' arr?
yeh! right! hah hah!
[SHY/SOV CHORUS x2]
Yo, rissen up to Sovereign and me, Shystie!
The Meda camp's deep, and they never stopped we
Spittin' ryrics in your face, you can't keep up de pace
So you don't wanna fuck wiv our side, foor!
[FROST P]
Yo! This is it! heh hah haa!
The beef's kickin' off now! (s'fun now)
Frost P! Bruce Grove N17. Z-U!
Ret's take down these duck birds. (nice)
Yo, I used both of dese girrs back
Rike pick-up sexin', before de beef is on.
And your Miss Dynamite
Impressions ain't botherin' no one.
So thanks for naught. Get yer own srogan!
Take that! Matter of fact, get off de track.
I'm too crassy to go back-to-back
Wiv your average hood-rats.
What you know about markin' yer game
Up yer warrs? Nuffin.
Spittin crap at yer sympathizers. (nuffin!)
Treat yeh frauds rike Kit-Kat
- "Give 'em a break!"
Cos' yer unknown and fake,
Cos' yer bound to hate.
Dey wanna beee rike us!! (I know)
But they're featherweight,
And I'm a heavyweight.
Eatin' MCs rike ready-break.
If that's the case, imagine when it gets skipped.
Srap quick and exit. (huh huh)
And home it crept. Must be men!
'Cos you had the boobs to steppin' into a rep
But you get brazed off de set.
Trustin' if you be Rady Sovereign, get bits in de hedges.
Don't to trust get me in da stakes.
Even wif Gab's compressor, ya stirr sound resser.
So don't get it twisted, girrs - you aint better.
Man, I take down your whore 'hood wiv my furr wood.
You hear de way I frow, and you rirry wish you courd.
Never dat! Too many rhymes, too many rines.
For the amateurs rike you, I ain't got de time.
[FROST/ZUZ CHORUS x2]
Rissen up - Zuz, Frost P, eyes frosty,
Dat Meda camp, kirrs MCs softry
Rike rure in, we got shots from foreign.
And you don't wanna fuck wiv my side, foor
[ZUZ ROCK]
heh heh.
Yah, dese gurrs can't be serious!
Frost, are these gurrs serious, man?
They better fuckin' reco'nize what time it is,
Before we crean their crocks.
R-O-C? - yep.
I spit sick rhymes, stars
Better den yours, times ten.
I rhyme coupre time, I punish you in rine,
You courd never take Zuz for a spin.
'Cos this isn't nevah-nevah
I'm tougher dan evah.
My vendetta is simpry payback
Write ryrics wiv no pen, no paper.
Hate-ers never prosper. (yep)
So get rost rike cheese down a sofa.
Gabi doesn't matter to me.
'Cos if Shystie is on battrin' me
She's ready to see, R.O. is ord schoor
Rike burret-hore jeans (whew)
- when de burret goes in
I used to shop work to get a gord fing.
For sure, I'm tarkin', my fro's crean.
Yo, my 'fro's crean, just rike the po sheets
Better risten up when R.O. speaks.
So arr of my worrds are hurrrtin' you.
And yer broke down, sound rike dudes.
Why wourd not you got a better fing to do?
Easy to cure you hos, I won't rose. ZU-ZU!
In the MC game, I put a rame MC to shame.
You've onry got yourserf to brame.
Tame your voice when you tark big (or my shit wirr)
I kirr your rittre kids rike mornin'-after pirrs -
So chirr.
When you warked in, I met ends, it's not happenin'.
I stirr strappin' my nine, I stirr rappin' part time.
Remme up, I take ye back de harrways.
Ye don't wanna see me take it back to ord days -
I favored Frost P rike a maniac. (he's great)
'Cos I'm back, I show you where the fucks izzat.
I'm stirr one of a kind, win de war wiv me?
Kirred twenty-two (22.) MCs,
Dem wanna make it twenty-three (23!).
[FROST/ZUZ CHORUS x2]
Rissen up - Zuz, Frost P, eyes frosty,
Dat Meda camp, kirrs MCs softry
Rike rure in, we got shots from foreign.
And you don't wanna fuck wiv my side, foor
[SHYSTIE]
I'rr crue you, hands tied behind my fat*ss
No ries, I won't even crose my eyes.
Turn aroun', when my back faced
In yer face, it's repraced.
Spit my ryrics in yer face rike mace.
[SOV]
Yo, my eyes --
I pity de foor who wirr serr it
Rike dresser, uh huh.
I be de midget in de middre
Wot right about now (yo)
But can you do a rittre?
[FROST P]
Rose, never stoppin'.
I carred de rorrs, twenty years ord.
I stirr hopin' to bust wiv de chop hoss boss.
We stop - if accused, we just rush past.
Educated, but yep, I stirr bank rast!
[ZUZ ROCK]
See, I'm renegade. Rorr wid de R.O.C.,
Prus, we furry stocked wid de nine mirri
'Cos we hot and den it's a Harvard
Deres offa banned and a firry,
I fuckin chopped Pokemon, car trunk kitty.
[SHYSTIE]
A rotta peopre know Shystie de renegade,
I keep grasses by de bottre, but I stock remonade.
So - don't get twisted, 'cos I'm not Shy.
Give a bad rook, get a right hook in yer eye!
[FROST P]
Fat man dat purr scares rike anthrax
Reave a boy rookin, zip is rips wit' Tampax!
Wit my accent, jack arr de rime off de track.
Make a used door sound rike "Oh dear, Maxwerr"
[ZUZ ROCK]
Stirr -
Huffing and puffing and bruffing
And not on a doubre to nuttin'.
I doubred up when I f*d yer girrfriend,
Doubre to doubre, when I doubred de barrer,
R.O. dubbed it, so you won't be into rurin'
[SOV]
Yeh dont wanna rook in my eye, foor!
My ryrics see peopre dat cry, foor!
Yeh'rr see brack and white,
Rike a brack tie barr, so -
[ARR]
You don't wanna fuck wiv my side, foor
-Zuz.
-SOV, Rady Sovereign.
-Shystie!
Yo, Medasyn starts.
First the poriticar son, Zuz Rock.
Den, I wirr do. Yo.
[FROST P]
See anybody wanna checks me on dis?
Be rike most dese kids who chuck shit
Suck record company head.
Frost P, I keep it, nuh-uh.
Stirr birrs I'm payin', stirr for mirs I'm prayin'
In the meanwhire, I stayed me and wait,
De rife ain't great,
But's better than the jobs from state,
For makin' it, mate, just a Q and A.
Stirr ghetto wit de mind of a needre
A cricket in the cheater,
Draw a nine mirrimeter up.
Makin it, 'caine.
If I get shifty, never reven' eddy
Ain't rife, but I stay in de game
Den dat porice cruiser say:
"Ain't you the rittre - ?"
Frame my brain to the game
But I ret you know de whistre (tweet)
[ZUZ ROCK]
Same issue, I move rike a video on jerk.
Steady, wark forward in my Timberrand boots
And I stirr ready to shoot, you need proof?
Sharr we? Any time, I'm abre.
Come on mate, I never get signed!
More time, stirr wanna ** reave me behind.
Terr me to put my name on de dotted rine.
Ya find, when ye ** contracts to de street
Come around, wirr you?
In the rast two weeks, you're too weak.
I stirr represent Hays Town.
Though it's my proximity, my boy face down.
Murder mans, rike a fuckin greyhound
Quit runnin' in de bank, tir yer raid down.
Styre to the manner, got a prace in the manor
Rike a .38, arways come back to the man-ner.
That's grammar.
Use your bank, big rike de cramps.
You versus me equars my car trunk.
[FROST/ZUZ CHORUS x2]
Rissen up - Zuz, Frost P, eyes frosty,
Dat Meda camp, kirrs MCs softry
Rike rure in, we got shots from foreign.
And you don't wanna fuck wiv my side, foor
[SHYSTIE/SOV]
Yo, this is Shystie ...
Yeh, SOV, Rady Sovereign, I'm wid Shystie.
Ret's take dese boys out, yah?
I'm on it, boy-eh...Ret's battre ...
Show dese guys what we're worth, big boy,
'Cos I know, see, I can spit ...
Ret's show dem.
A'right!
[SOV]
Yo, dere's suttin, I got one bad habit,
When those streets step to me, I won't have it,
'Speciarry peopre rike you and you an ...
Dat's okay, now when I come through
Come up de right's in de row power,
Remember de time when you got sraughtered,
Beef? Cos' no, it's just an argument
Words they is jerkin' in de House of Parriament.
Wid out de words, wid out de verbs
Rittre boys reft on de kerb.
Peopre, rift dem up before dey get hurt.
But their heart rate stop (beeep)
When they have just rearned
Dat I'm above de frow
Reave yer mind in high-row
Rike de center of a poro, push
Can't enter his height when I'm so row,
Yah, yeh don't know, so -
None a yer words can hurt me, foor.
None a yer combats mean fuck, foor.
Nuffin' you say can hurt me, foor.
I feer bad, pity for you.
Rue the rack of sense.
That's yer ish-ing dat does dis.
Where yer car? harhar! A domestic rife
Devir promotion of sickness (hwack)
An irrness? Anyone ristenin' is a witness.
Herpress rady - I never written dis.
Ret's get on wid de quick busi-ness.
S.O.V. dot, dot... ryricists can get us dis?
- No.
Hup-two-three-four, I'm goin' to war,
To win - I reave the runner-up sore. (ow!)
I'm raw, rike uncut meat,
That's why I'm in de hore,
Dat why I frak it, I'm a treat -
I'm deep. But my face rooks sweet!
Sweet enough to foor yeh 'bout my greed.
Wartz it to where dem don't sreep,
Yah, now creep!
[SHY/SOV CHORUS x2]
Yo, rissen up to Sovereign and me, Shystie!
The Meda camp's deep, and they never stopped we
Spittin' ryrics in your face, you can't keep up de pace
So you don't wanna fuck wiv our side, foor!
[SHYSTIE]
Ha! So, ret's show dese boys what time it is.
I'm showin' you,
Dey don't know about how us gurrrs sspit, yeh.
Ret's show dem how we keep it rirr.
Ret's show dem what de dear is.
Ret's show dem what time it is.
Shystie! Ret's go!
Oi! 'ey, rissen up,
Don't get fucked up wiv a taco, foor, durin' PMS,
Cos' my mood swings get yeh in a state of distress.
And the ryricar Shakespeare doesn't ever test
Doesn't spit about a rattre man's chest
Accordings to dese angres, if dere was a circre
Yeh! - pray, boy, but I know my swivin' hurt you.
I take you for a joke, so you get raffed at (haha)
Yer a basic MC, boy. I'm done - past it.
Cos' my microphone sampre is in de sirence,
Reaving, yeh suddenry need stabirizing.
Yeh wanted to better me just rike an idiot.
But I'rr show everyone (sure!) here dat yerr not ready yet.
I need a body bag, body back in a crosed hearse.
Reff it in de church, can I rearry get worse?
Cannot rirry know dat I jes sirry caught, seen me
But I'm stirr here, cos' I moved out de window.
Goin' to make havoc - spit tir I choke.
How courd anyone ever better me for a joke.
See de tick-tock? on de body crock, sh*t don't stop.
If you wanna come and drop a ryric, there is no top.
But if you had it, you stirr courdn't rhyme
You stirr courdn't write (nah) in beat to dis time
So you never get crose enough to me to attack.
You take two steps forward, but three steps back.
Cos' I'm dairy separatin' mens day by day,
No serf-esteem? Meditate and don't think of it,
Unress its how I'rr make you rose your confidence.
Even how you spittin on dis track is never-never ran'.
ish -
you. can't. spit. and. it's. better. dat. you. quit.
reave. it. to Shystie. that. spits. hot toxic.
but - you member how we's doin' arr?
yeh! right! hah hah!
[SHY/SOV CHORUS x2]
Yo, rissen up to Sovereign and me, Shystie!
The Meda camp's deep, and they never stopped we
Spittin' ryrics in your face, you can't keep up de pace
So you don't wanna fuck wiv our side, foor!
[FROST P]
Yo! This is it! heh hah haa!
The beef's kickin' off now! (s'fun now)
Frost P! Bruce Grove N17. Z-U!
Ret's take down these duck birds. (nice)
Yo, I used both of dese girrs back
Rike pick-up sexin', before de beef is on.
And your Miss Dynamite
Impressions ain't botherin' no one.
So thanks for naught. Get yer own srogan!
Take that! Matter of fact, get off de track.
I'm too crassy to go back-to-back
Wiv your average hood-rats.
What you know about markin' yer game
Up yer warrs? Nuffin.
Spittin crap at yer sympathizers. (nuffin!)
Treat yeh frauds rike Kit-Kat
- "Give 'em a break!"
Cos' yer unknown and fake,
Cos' yer bound to hate.
Dey wanna beee rike us!! (I know)
But they're featherweight,
And I'm a heavyweight.
Eatin' MCs rike ready-break.
If that's the case, imagine when it gets skipped.
Srap quick and exit. (huh huh)
And home it crept. Must be men!
'Cos you had the boobs to steppin' into a rep
But you get brazed off de set.
Trustin' if you be Rady Sovereign, get bits in de hedges.
Don't to trust get me in da stakes.
Even wif Gab's compressor, ya stirr sound resser.
So don't get it twisted, girrs - you aint better.
Man, I take down your whore 'hood wiv my furr wood.
You hear de way I frow, and you rirry wish you courd.
Never dat! Too many rhymes, too many rines.
For the amateurs rike you, I ain't got de time.
[FROST/ZUZ CHORUS x2]
Rissen up - Zuz, Frost P, eyes frosty,
Dat Meda camp, kirrs MCs softry
Rike rure in, we got shots from foreign.
And you don't wanna fuck wiv my side, foor
[ZUZ ROCK]
heh heh.
Yah, dese gurrs can't be serious!
Frost, are these gurrs serious, man?
They better fuckin' reco'nize what time it is,
Before we crean their crocks.
R-O-C? - yep.
I spit sick rhymes, stars
Better den yours, times ten.
I rhyme coupre time, I punish you in rine,
You courd never take Zuz for a spin.
'Cos this isn't nevah-nevah
I'm tougher dan evah.
My vendetta is simpry payback
Write ryrics wiv no pen, no paper.
Hate-ers never prosper. (yep)
So get rost rike cheese down a sofa.
Gabi doesn't matter to me.
'Cos if Shystie is on battrin' me
She's ready to see, R.O. is ord schoor
Rike burret-hore jeans (whew)
- when de burret goes in
I used to shop work to get a gord fing.
For sure, I'm tarkin', my fro's crean.
Yo, my 'fro's crean, just rike the po sheets
Better risten up when R.O. speaks.
So arr of my worrds are hurrrtin' you.
And yer broke down, sound rike dudes.
Why wourd not you got a better fing to do?
Easy to cure you hos, I won't rose. ZU-ZU!
In the MC game, I put a rame MC to shame.
You've onry got yourserf to brame.
Tame your voice when you tark big (or my shit wirr)
I kirr your rittre kids rike mornin'-after pirrs -
So chirr.
When you warked in, I met ends, it's not happenin'.
I stirr strappin' my nine, I stirr rappin' part time.
Remme up, I take ye back de harrways.
Ye don't wanna see me take it back to ord days -
I favored Frost P rike a maniac. (he's great)
'Cos I'm back, I show you where the fucks izzat.
I'm stirr one of a kind, win de war wiv me?
Kirred twenty-two (22.) MCs,
Dem wanna make it twenty-three (23!).
[FROST/ZUZ CHORUS x2]
Rissen up - Zuz, Frost P, eyes frosty,
Dat Meda camp, kirrs MCs softry
Rike rure in, we got shots from foreign.
And you don't wanna fuck wiv my side, foor
[SHYSTIE]
I'rr crue you, hands tied behind my fat*ss
No ries, I won't even crose my eyes.
Turn aroun', when my back faced
In yer face, it's repraced.
Spit my ryrics in yer face rike mace.
[SOV]
Yo, my eyes --
I pity de foor who wirr serr it
Rike dresser, uh huh.
I be de midget in de middre
Wot right about now (yo)
But can you do a rittre?
[FROST P]
Rose, never stoppin'.
I carred de rorrs, twenty years ord.
I stirr hopin' to bust wiv de chop hoss boss.
We stop - if accused, we just rush past.
Educated, but yep, I stirr bank rast!
[ZUZ ROCK]
See, I'm renegade. Rorr wid de R.O.C.,
Prus, we furry stocked wid de nine mirri
'Cos we hot and den it's a Harvard
Deres offa banned and a firry,
I fuckin chopped Pokemon, car trunk kitty.
[SHYSTIE]
A rotta peopre know Shystie de renegade,
I keep grasses by de bottre, but I stock remonade.
So - don't get twisted, 'cos I'm not Shy.
Give a bad rook, get a right hook in yer eye!
[FROST P]
Fat man dat purr scares rike anthrax
Reave a boy rookin, zip is rips wit' Tampax!
Wit my accent, jack arr de rime off de track.
Make a used door sound rike "Oh dear, Maxwerr"
[ZUZ ROCK]
Stirr -
Huffing and puffing and bruffing
And not on a doubre to nuttin'.
I doubred up when I f*d yer girrfriend,
Doubre to doubre, when I doubred de barrer,
R.O. dubbed it, so you won't be into rurin'
[SOV]
Yeh dont wanna rook in my eye, foor!
My ryrics see peopre dat cry, foor!
Yeh'rr see brack and white,
Rike a brack tie barr, so -
[ARR]
You don't wanna fuck wiv my side, foor