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The Battle (Feat Frost P, Zuz Rock, Shystie)

๐Ÿ‘ค Lady Sovereign โ€ข ๐ŸŽผ Vertically Challenged โ€ข โฑ๏ธ 7:48
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โฑ๏ธ 7:48 duration
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๐Ÿ“œ Lyrics

Inside the Medicine camp
Guest MCs, state your identity
Frost-P, Suz, SOV Lady Sovereign, Shystie
Let the battle commence

See, I'm a man who only chats realness
Fuck being like most of these cliques who chat
This shit sucked like a couple of dickheads
Frost-P, I keep it gutter

Still bills I'm paying, still for meals I'm praying

In the meanwhile, I stay moving weight
The life ain't great but better than the droughts from state
Or begging a mate to take you an eight
Still ghetto with the mind of an eater
Quicker than a cheetah, draw nine-millimeter
Grab a man's chain if I get shift, never in vain
Hate life but I stay in the game
Yeah, the prodigal's insane, ain't we all a little?
Frame of brain, kill the game, blowing all the whistle

Same issue, I move like a Vietnam troop
See me walk through without my Timberland boots
My steel ready to shoot, you need proof? Show it any time
Fuck a label, I never get signed, more time
Niggas always wanna leave me behind

Tell me to put my name on the dotted line or find a way of dying

Contracts to the street
Come around and you wouldn't last two weeks, you're too weak
I still represent H-Town
Don't smile, plus I leave a boy face down
Murder man's knee, fast like a greyhound
Quick to run in a bank until you lay down
Gave style to the manor, got a place in the manor
Like a .38, always come back to the manor
Less grammar, you're using punk
Big like the Klunk, you versus me equals my car trunk

Yo, listen up, this is Frost-P, ice frosty
Gang's medicab, kill MCs softly
Like Lauren, we buss shots from foreign
And you don't wanna fuck with our side, fool
Listen up, this is Frost-P, ice frosty
Gang's medicab, kill MCs softly
Like Lauren, we buss shots from foreign
And you don't wanna fuck with our side, fool

Yo, this is Shystie
Hello, Shystie
Yeah, SOV, Lady Sovereign
And what, Shystie? Let's take these boys out, yeah?
I'm on it, boy
Let's battle and show these guys what we're working with, boy
'Cause I know see I can spit, let's show them (Bye)

Yo, listen, I got one bad habit
When dance fiends step to me, I won't have it
Especially people like you and you
One verse, take you out when I come through
Stomach the time like Sinda Loper
Rewind to the time when you got slaughtered
Because, no, it's just an argument
Why is this yout looking at House of Parliament?
Look at that, he works, look at that, he verbs
Likkle boy bossing, he couldn't any curve

People have to mop before they have heard
But their heart rates drop when they have just learned
Learned about my flow, leave your mind hollow
Like the centre of a polo

Push contenders aside when I'm solo
Yeah, you don't know, so
None of your words can hurt me, fool
None of your comebacks mean fuck-all
Nothing you say can hurt me, fool
I feel bare pity for you

I can sense that your ish ain't the bestest
But you can't get harder to mess with
Like the depth of emotional sickness
Quickness, anyone listening is a witness
I'm first lady and I've written this

Let's get on with the quick business

SOV, that dark lyricist, can you test this?
No, hopped two, three, fam, going to war
To win, I leave the runner up sore
I'm raw like uncut meat
That's why me nuh hold no white flag and retreat
I'm deep but my face looks sweet
Sweet enough to fool you when me greet
Not knowing me nuh wan' say dutty word
The dem man sleep, yeah, nah, creep

Yo, listen up to Sovereign and me, Shystie
Gang's medicab's deep and it never stop
We spitting lyrics in your face, you can't keep with the pace
So you don't wanna fuck with our side, fool
Yo, listen up to Sovereign and me, Shystie
Gang's medicab's deep and it never stop
We spitting lyrics in your face, you can't keep with the pace
So you don't wanna fuck with our side, fool

Sov, let's show these boys what time it is
I'm showing you, they don't know about how us girls spit, yeah?
Let's show them how we keep it real
Let's show them what the deal is
Let's show them what time it is
Shystie, let's go

Oi, oi, listen up
Don't get it fucked up, I go through PMS
My mood swings leave a nigga in a state of distress
I'm the lyrical Shakespeare, thou shall never test
Or thou shall spit a battle flow to rattle man's chest
I call in niggas in angles if there was a circle

Yeah, play brave, but I know my shit will hurt you

I take you for a joke so you get laughed at
You're a basic MC, boy, I done passed that
'Cause I microphone whip and soundboys in their sizes
Leaving them unsteady so they need stabilisers

You wanted to battle me just like an idiot?
Alright, I'll show everyone here that you're not ready yet
I'll leave your body wrapped, body bagged in a closed hearse
People in the church are thinking, "Can it really get worse?"
Like can I really know that I just sing?
You can't see me but I'm here 'cause I move like the wind
Born to make havoc, spit 'til I choke

And anyone who wants to battle me for a joke
It's a tick-tock on your body clock, I put it on stop
If you wanna come and drop a lyric that is not top
I bet if you had a clip, you still couldn't rhyme
You still couldn't write in beat in this time
So you'll never get close enough to me to attack
You take two steps forward but three steps back

'Cause I'm daily separating man's day out, day in
Leaving them with no self-esteem, meditating
Don't think of it as that, it's how I make you lose your confidence
Listen how you're spitting on this track, it's never evident
The ish you can't spit and it's better that you quit
Leave it to Shystie that spits hot toxic

But you man were heavy still, you know?

Yeah, right

Yo, listen up to Sovereign and me, Shystie
Gang's medicab's deep and it never stop
We spitting lyrics in your face, you can't keep with the pace
So you don't wanna fuck with our side, fool
Yo, listen up to Sovereign and me, Shystie
Gang's medicab's deep and it never stop
We spitting lyrics in your face, you can't keep with the pace
So you don't wanna fuck with our side, fool

Yo, this is it
The beef's kicking off now
Frost-P, Bruce Grove, N17
ZU, let's take down these dud birds

Yo, I use both of these girls' mouth like picky sex in a condom
The beef is on and your Miss Dynamite
Impressions ain't bothering no one
So thanks for now, get your own slogan
Tek that, matter of fact, get off the track
I'm too class to go back-to-back with your average hordemags
What you know about mocking UK Hip Hop Awards? Nothing
Spitting for crowds of thousands? Nothing

Treat your flows like KitKat, give 'em a break
'Cause you're unknown and fake, plus you're bound to hate
They wanna be like us
But they're featherweight and I'm a heavyweight
Eating MCs like Ready Brek
If that's the case, imagine what the skets get

Slap quick in Epsom, home with no crep
Must be men, 'cause you had the balls to step
Attempt to rep, bet you get blazed like a sket
And trust if you'll be suffering like Benson and Hedges
Done told the potty game to rest like anaesthetics
Even with gabs compressing, you still sound lesser
So don't get it twisted, girls, you ain't better

Man'll take down your whole horde with my foreword
You hear the way I flow and you really wish you could
Never that, too many rhymes, too many lines
For dead amateurs like you, I ain't got the time

Yo, listen up, this is Frost-P, ice frosty
Gang's medicab, kill MCs softly
Like Lauren, we buss shots from foreign
And you don't wanna fuck with our side, fool
Listen up, this is Frost-P, ice frosty
Gang's medicab, kill MCs softly
Like Lauren, we buss shots from foreign
And you don't wanna fuck with our side, fool

Yo, these girls can't be serious
Frost, are these girls serious, man?
They better fucking recognise what time
It is before we clean their clocks

I spit sick rhymes, style's better than yours times ten
I rhyme remarkable time, I'll put a shitting in your stomach line
You could never take Zuz for a speng
These bitches think that they're better but I'm tougher than leather
My vendetta is simply paper
Write lyrics with no pen, no paper
Haters never prosper

So get lost like trains down the sofa
Garage doesn't matter to me
'Cause if Shystie's on batter, then me, she'll gradually see

R.O.'s old school like bullet-hole jeans
Listen to your screams when the bullet goes in

I used to shot work to a ghetto dope fiend
Don't think it's bullshit, I'm talking my flows clean
Yo, my flows clean just like the post sheets

Better listen up when R.O. speaks
So all of my words are hurting you
And you broke-down sound like dudes
Wild with who? You got better things to do
Easily kill you hoes, I won't lose
Who's who in the MC game?
I'll put a lame MC to shame

You've only got yourselves to blame
Tame your voice when you talk big, my shit is real
I'll kill your little kids like morning-after pills
So chill when you're barking at my ends, it's not happening

I'm still strapping my nine, I'm still rapping part-time
Maybe I'ma take it back the old ways
You don't wanna see me take it back the old days
I spray with Frost-P like a maniac
'Cause I'm back, I'll show you where the thugs is at
I'm still one of a kind, want a war with me?
Killed twenty-two MCs, I went and make it twenty-three

Yo, listen up, this is Frost-P, ice frosty
Gang's medicab, kill MCs softly
Like Lauren, we buss shots from foreign
And you don't wanna fuck with our side, fool
Listen up, this is Frost-P, ice frosty
Gang's medicab, kill MCs softly
Like Lauren, we buss shots from foreign
And you don't wanna fuck with our side, fool

I'll slew you, heads tap behind my thighs
Trapping, no lies, I will even close my eyes
Turn around with my back facing your face
Rip space, spit my lyrics in your face like mace
Yo, individuals that I screw will come make a bust upon the lip
Little fool, what I wear sounding like drizzle, uh-huh
I'll be the midget in the middle, what?
Right about now, making you look little

Rose never stopping, I'm cold, I rose twenty years old
I still hop on the bus with a child bus pass

We ain't stopping for cues, we just rush past

Educated but, yep, I still bunk class
Frost-P, young renegade, roll with the R.O.C
Plus we fully stocked with the nine-milli
Frost be hotter than the Sahara Desert after burning a Philly
And fuck that, Pokemon cards from Jimmy
A lot of people know Shystie the renegade
I keep gasses inside a bottle but it's not lemonade
So don't get it twisted 'cause I'm not shy

Give a bad look, get a right hook in your eye
That man'll cause scares like anthrax
Leave a boy looking similar to Tampax
Man'll wound my axe and jack all the lime off the track
Making you still sound like old BMX
Still huffing and puffing and bluffing and nutting
I double the nut and I double the fuck your girlfriend

Double the trouble when I double the barrel

R.O. double the sorrow, you won't be at a lower gym
Yo, you don't wanna look in my eye, fool
My lyrics'll be passing car ride, fool
You can see I'm black and white like a black tie, fool
So you don't wanna fuck with our side, fool

โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics

[00:16.09] Inside the Medicine camp
[00:18.82] Guest MCs, state your identity
[00:21.68] Frost-P, Suz, SOV Lady Sovereign, Shystie
[00:25.68] Let the battle commence
[00:31.06] See, I'm a man who only chats realness
[00:35.63] Fuck being like most of these cliques who chat
[00:37.03] This shit sucked like a couple of dickheads
[00:38.35] Frost-P, I keep it gutter
[00:39.37] Still bills I'm paying, still for meals I'm praying
[00:41.15] In the meanwhile, I stay moving weight
[00:42.39] The life ain't great but better than the droughts from state
[00:44.08] Or begging a mate to take you an eight
[00:45.43] Still ghetto with the mind of an eater
[00:46.66] Quicker than a cheetah, draw nine-millimeter
[00:48.10] Grab a man's chain if I get shift, never in vain
[00:50.37] Hate life but I stay in the game
[00:51.68] Yeah, the prodigal's insane, ain't we all a little?
[00:53.21] Frame of brain, kill the game, blowing all the whistle
[00:54.87] Same issue, I move like a Vietnam troop
[00:56.70] See me walk through without my Timberland boots
[00:58.25] My steel ready to shoot, you need proof? Show it any time
[01:00.34] Fuck a label, I never get signed, more time
[01:02.35] Niggas always wanna leave me behind
[01:03.67] Tell me to put my name on the dotted line or find a way of dying
[01:06.07] Contracts to the street
[01:07.04] Come around and you wouldn't last two weeks, you're too weak
[01:09.07] I still represent H-Town
[01:10.47] Don't smile, plus I leave a boy face down
[01:12.18] Murder man's knee, fast like a greyhound
[01:13.83] Quick to run in a bank until you lay down
[01:15.33] Gave style to the manor, got a place in the manor
[01:17.09] Like a .38, always come back to the manor
[01:18.76] Less grammar, you're using punk
[01:20.12] Big like the Klunk, you versus me equals my car trunk
[01:22.27] Yo, listen up, this is Frost-P, ice frosty
[01:24.22] Gang's medicab, kill MCs softly
[01:25.96] Like Lauren, we buss shots from foreign
[01:27.50] And you don't wanna fuck with our side, fool
[01:29.37] Listen up, this is Frost-P, ice frosty
[01:31.03] Gang's medicab, kill MCs softly
[01:32.76] Like Lauren, we buss shots from foreign
[01:34.46] And you don't wanna fuck with our side, fool
[01:37.71] Yo, this is Shystie
[01:38.69] Hello, Shystie
[01:39.33] Yeah, SOV, Lady Sovereign
[01:40.92] And what, Shystie? Let's take these boys out, yeah?
[01:43.47] I'm on it, boy
[01:44.42] Let's battle and show these guys what we're working with, boy
[01:46.93] 'Cause I know see I can spit, let's show them (Bye)
[01:49.54] Yo, listen, I got one bad habit
[01:51.43] When dance fiends step to me, I won't have it
[01:53.29] Especially people like you and you
[01:54.89] One verse, take you out when I come through
[01:56.79] Stomach the time like Sinda Loper
[01:58.26] Rewind to the time when you got slaughtered
[02:00.26] Because, no, it's just an argument
[02:01.83] Why is this yout looking at House of Parliament?
[02:03.54] Look at that, he works, look at that, he verbs
[02:05.34] Likkle boy bossing, he couldn't any curve
[02:07.02] People have to mop before they have heard
[02:08.57] But their heart rates drop when they have just learned
[02:10.49] Learned about my flow, leave your mind hollow
[02:12.30] Like the centre of a polo
[02:13.95] Push contenders aside when I'm solo
[02:15.90] Yeah, you don't know, so
[02:17.37] None of your words can hurt me, fool
[02:19.06] None of your comebacks mean fuck-all
[02:20.77] Nothing you say can hurt me, fool
[02:22.37] I feel bare pity for you
[02:24.03] I can sense that your ish ain't the bestest
[02:26.10] But you can't get harder to mess with
[02:27.63] Like the depth of emotional sickness
[02:29.10] Quickness, anyone listening is a witness
[02:31.52] I'm first lady and I've written this
[02:33.13] Let's get on with the quick business
[02:35.04] SOV, that dark lyricist, can you test this?
[02:37.44] No, hopped two, three, fam, going to war
[02:39.51] To win, I leave the runner up sore
[02:41.17] I'm raw like uncut meat
[02:42.88] That's why me nuh hold no white flag and retreat
[02:44.66] I'm deep but my face looks sweet
[02:46.59] Sweet enough to fool you when me greet
[02:48.17] Not knowing me nuh wan' say dutty word
[02:49.85] The dem man sleep, yeah, nah, creep
[02:51.58] Yo, listen up to Sovereign and me, Shystie
[02:53.14] Gang's medicab's deep and it never stop
[02:54.62] We spitting lyrics in your face, you can't keep with the pace
[02:56.62] So you don't wanna fuck with our side, fool
[02:58.38] Yo, listen up to Sovereign and me, Shystie
[02:59.97] Gang's medicab's deep and it never stop
[03:01.44] We spitting lyrics in your face, you can't keep with the pace
[03:03.56] So you don't wanna fuck with our side, fool
[03:06.75] Sov, let's show these boys what time it is
[03:08.64] I'm showing you, they don't know about how us girls spit, yeah?
[03:12.30] Let's show them how we keep it real
[03:14.46] Let's show them what the deal is
[03:15.51] Let's show them what time it is
[03:16.87] Shystie, let's go
[03:17.83] Oi, oi, listen up
[03:18.88] Don't get it fucked up, I go through PMS
[03:20.41] My mood swings leave a nigga in a state of distress
[03:22.24] I'm the lyrical Shakespeare, thou shall never test
[03:24.02] Or thou shall spit a battle flow to rattle man's chest
[03:25.71] I call in niggas in angles if there was a circle
[03:27.66] Yeah, play brave, but I know my shit will hurt you
[03:29.26] I take you for a joke so you get laughed at
[03:30.75] You're a basic MC, boy, I done passed that
[03:32.51] 'Cause I microphone whip and soundboys in their sizes
[03:34.47] Leaving them unsteady so they need stabilisers
[03:36.12] You wanted to battle me just like an idiot?
[03:37.59] Alright, I'll show everyone here that you're not ready yet
[03:39.33] I'll leave your body wrapped, body bagged in a closed hearse
[03:41.12] People in the church are thinking, "Can it really get worse?"
[03:43.07] Like can I really know that I just sing?
[03:44.59] You can't see me but I'm here 'cause I move like the wind
[03:46.20] Born to make havoc, spit 'til I choke
[03:48.01] And anyone who wants to battle me for a joke
[03:49.62] It's a tick-tock on your body clock, I put it on stop
[03:51.62] If you wanna come and drop a lyric that is not top
[03:53.30] I bet if you had a clip, you still couldn't rhyme
[03:54.99] You still couldn't write in beat in this time
[03:56.56] So you'll never get close enough to me to attack
[03:58.16] You take two steps forward but three steps back
[04:00.04] 'Cause I'm daily separating man's day out, day in
[04:01.61] Leaving them with no self-esteem, meditating
[04:03.37] Don't think of it as that, it's how I make you lose your confidence
[04:05.41] Listen how you're spitting on this track, it's never evident
[04:06.92] The ish you can't spit and it's better that you quit
[04:08.54] Leave it to Shystie that spits hot toxic
[04:10.44] But you man were heavy still, you know?
[04:12.51] Yeah, right
[04:13.65] Yo, listen up to Sovereign and me, Shystie
[04:15.48] Gang's medicab's deep and it never stop
[04:16.83] We spitting lyrics in your face, you can't keep with the pace
[04:18.96] So you don't wanna fuck with our side, fool
[04:20.56] Yo, listen up to Sovereign and me, Shystie
[04:22.29] Gang's medicab's deep and it never stop
[04:23.72] We spitting lyrics in your face, you can't keep with the pace
[04:25.86] So you don't wanna fuck with our side, fool
[04:28.37] Yo, this is it
[04:31.46] The beef's kicking off now
[04:33.06] Frost-P, Bruce Grove, N17
[04:37.21] ZU, let's take down these dud birds
[04:40.38] Yo, I use both of these girls' mouth like picky sex in a condom
[04:43.13] The beef is on and your Miss Dynamite
[04:44.70] Impressions ain't bothering no one
[04:45.97] So thanks for now, get your own slogan
[04:47.55] Tek that, matter of fact, get off the track
[04:48.93] I'm too class to go back-to-back with your average hordemags
[04:51.31] What you know about mocking UK Hip Hop Awards? Nothing
[04:53.65] Spitting for crowds of thousands? Nothing
[04:55.01] Treat your flows like KitKat, give 'em a break
[04:56.57] 'Cause you're unknown and fake, plus you're bound to hate
[04:58.11] They wanna be like us
[04:59.56] But they're featherweight and I'm a heavyweight
[05:00.88] Eating MCs like Ready Brek
[05:02.09] If that's the case, imagine what the skets get
[05:03.67] Slap quick in Epsom, home with no crep
[05:05.10] Must be men, 'cause you had the balls to step
[05:06.73] Attempt to rep, bet you get blazed like a sket
[05:08.51] And trust if you'll be suffering like Benson and Hedges
[05:10.51] Done told the potty game to rest like anaesthetics
[05:12.08] Even with gabs compressing, you still sound lesser
[05:13.81] So don't get it twisted, girls, you ain't better
[05:15.45] Man'll take down your whole horde with my foreword
[05:17.26] You hear the way I flow and you really wish you could
[05:18.85] Never that, too many rhymes, too many lines
[05:20.45] For dead amateurs like you, I ain't got the time
[05:22.48] Yo, listen up, this is Frost-P, ice frosty
[05:24.22] Gang's medicab, kill MCs softly
[05:25.92] Like Lauren, we buss shots from foreign
[05:27.53] And you don't wanna fuck with our side, fool
[05:29.38] Listen up, this is Frost-P, ice frosty
[05:31.03] Gang's medicab, kill MCs softly
[05:32.70] Like Lauren, we buss shots from foreign
[05:34.42] And you don't wanna fuck with our side, fool
[05:37.33] Yo, these girls can't be serious
[05:38.68] Frost, are these girls serious, man?
[05:40.17] They better fucking recognise what time
[05:41.65] It is before we clean their clocks
[05:43.89] I spit sick rhymes, style's better than yours times ten
[05:46.03] I rhyme remarkable time, I'll put a shitting in your stomach line
[05:48.07] You could never take Zuz for a speng
[05:49.36] These bitches think that they're better but I'm tougher than leather
[05:50.85] My vendetta is simply paper
[05:52.23] Write lyrics with no pen, no paper
[05:54.05] Haters never prosper
[05:55.14] So get lost like trains down the sofa
[05:56.70] Garage doesn't matter to me
[05:57.76] 'Cause if Shystie's on batter, then me, she'll gradually see
[06:00.17] R.O.'s old school like bullet-hole jeans
[06:01.91] Listen to your screams when the bullet goes in
[06:03.58] I used to shot work to a ghetto dope fiend
[06:05.15] Don't think it's bullshit, I'm talking my flows clean
[06:06.81] Yo, my flows clean just like the post sheets
[06:08.83] Better listen up when R.O. speaks
[06:10.21] So all of my words are hurting you
[06:11.97] And you broke-down sound like dudes
[06:13.39] Wild with who? You got better things to do
[06:15.29] Easily kill you hoes, I won't lose
[06:16.79] Who's who in the MC game?
[06:17.82] I'll put a lame MC to shame
[06:19.43] You've only got yourselves to blame
[06:20.48] Tame your voice when you talk big, my shit is real
[06:22.35] I'll kill your little kids like morning-after pills
[06:23.84] So chill when you're barking at my ends, it's not happening
[06:26.00] I'm still strapping my nine, I'm still rapping part-time
[06:27.89] Maybe I'ma take it back the old ways
[06:29.32] You don't wanna see me take it back the old days
[06:30.88] I spray with Frost-P like a maniac
[06:32.45] 'Cause I'm back, I'll show you where the thugs is at
[06:34.12] I'm still one of a kind, want a war with me?
[06:35.71] Killed twenty-two MCs, I went and make it twenty-three
[06:37.72] Yo, listen up, this is Frost-P, ice frosty
[06:39.69] Gang's medicab, kill MCs softly
[06:41.37] Like Lauren, we buss shots from foreign
[06:42.95] And you don't wanna fuck with our side, fool
[06:44.74] Listen up, this is Frost-P, ice frosty
[06:46.51] Gang's medicab, kill MCs softly
[06:48.25] Like Lauren, we buss shots from foreign
[06:49.70] And you don't wanna fuck with our side, fool
[06:51.48] I'll slew you, heads tap behind my thighs
[06:53.16] Trapping, no lies, I will even close my eyes
[06:54.88] Turn around with my back facing your face
[06:56.54] Rip space, spit my lyrics in your face like mace
[06:58.38] Yo, individuals that I screw will come make a bust upon the lip
[07:00.22] Little fool, what I wear sounding like drizzle, uh-huh
[07:02.45] I'll be the midget in the middle, what?
[07:03.66] Right about now, making you look little
[07:05.31] Rose never stopping, I'm cold, I rose twenty years old
[07:07.25] I still hop on the bus with a child bus pass
[07:09.05] We ain't stopping for cues, we just rush past
[07:10.73] Educated but, yep, I still bunk class
[07:12.28] Frost-P, young renegade, roll with the R.O.C
[07:14.14] Plus we fully stocked with the nine-milli
[07:15.39] Frost be hotter than the Sahara Desert after burning a Philly
[07:17.42] And fuck that, Pokemon cards from Jimmy
[07:19.04] A lot of people know Shystie the renegade
[07:20.48] I keep gasses inside a bottle but it's not lemonade
[07:22.25] So don't get it twisted 'cause I'm not shy
[07:23.93] Give a bad look, get a right hook in your eye
[07:25.83] That man'll cause scares like anthrax
[07:27.58] Leave a boy looking similar to Tampax
[07:29.15] Man'll wound my axe and jack all the lime off the track
[07:31.25] Making you still sound like old BMX
[07:33.27] Still huffing and puffing and bluffing and nutting
[07:34.42] I double the nut and I double the fuck your girlfriend
[07:36.31] Double the trouble when I double the barrel
[07:37.81] R.O. double the sorrow, you won't be at a lower gym
[07:39.44] Yo, you don't wanna look in my eye, fool
[07:41.26] My lyrics'll be passing car ride, fool
[07:42.82] You can see I'm black and white like a black tie, fool
[07:44.52] So you don't wanna fuck with our side, fool
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