Battlestar feat. Phat Kat & Elzhi

Yeah, you know how we go
Phat Kat AKA Ronnie De Niro
Yeah, this how we doing it tonight
It's cold steel bitches

My flows always be on time when I run down line
My flows define, spit classics at the drop of a dime
Y'all can't put your finger on it, still ain't touching my grind
Quiet bubble motherfuckers and y'all still don't get it
When I spit y'all twist in your face like somebody shitted
Favorite MC, favorite MC but he's scared to admit it
One of the hardest artists that you probably never heard of
Word to me and Dilla, my crew we 'bout to take it further
Break on any niggas on the planet and we'll serve ya
Wanna make it happen? Call that nigga Hex Murda
Phat Kat AKA Ronnie Pound Sterling
Chilling in my dressing room, get head from your girlfriend
Hotter than a shearling, you got a cold? It ain't shit
My flow sick, when I spit it's like I'm hurling

Battle star rocking with the hot shit you're moving to
Rock-rocking with the hot shit you're moving to
Harmonic, Phat Kat, it don't get sicker than that
Battle star rocking with the hot
The hot, the hot shit you're moving to
Fast forward battle son, I bring it right to you
I bring, I bring it right to you

Fuck y'all without the dick looping
Been on my pen hustle when Russell
And Rick Rubin produce a sick grouping
Hottest queens, style is mean, and violence
Scenes inside of Halloween's series, fear me
I went from averages eighty bucks to lavish Mercedes trucks
Established, you could say he fucks lady luck
Lately stuck in a rhyme with a scheme that
Starts out like the scheme of the crime
But someone dreaming to climb
It's the impeccable prince with intellectual sense
Got an intense extra flow like an electrical fence
Yeah I'm still in the show, y'all been feeling the pro
Since I got my grill in the door from the heel to the toe
Your boy fresh off the block with stitches, shots, blow hash
Where niggas is dropouts and bitches got no class
And here's another fly lyric kid under the land of the god
Who stands high as the eye on the pyramid, yeah

Battle star rocking with the hot, rock-
Rocking with the hot shit you're moving to
Harmonic, Phat Kat, it don't get sicker than that
Battle star rocking with the hot
The hot, the hot shit you're moving to
Fast forward battle son, I bring it right, I bring it right to you
So sick, you don't want none of this
Known to cause neck injuries
Misplace your vertebrae about seven degrees