Wanna Battle? Lyrics

Malique:
Remember back in the time when it was all about the simplest rhymes
Way before Malique he be kickin the the wickedest flows and the ticklish rhymes
But hey it's a little bit changed now, its getting more strange now
Im feelin the pain im sick of the dirty game and sick of the flirty dames now
I'm sick of them kekos who kickin' their simile so similar to the mista
Im sick of them people that takin advantage now is you diggin the picture
Slick with the raps im bringing. I'm killin any cats in sing sing
Your cat wanna battle me? bring him in the ring ring
And see this killa bee sting him

Reefa:
Wanna battle me dribblin
Gonna be laughin at you liek you be ticklin
While i be goin fast you be tricklin
Doze off like a dose of penicillin
And even though you be figurin with the flow you deliverin
In a bose speaker bein in
For this ear to be listenin
Keep your head up for a dissin. im good like finger lickin
Wanna test the best and get ourself in a mess
While you kickin a dress
I'll be up in the press
Never settle for less
While you're takin a rest
And you feelin depressed like a sick in your chest
So bring it on and lay it down
And now you know i get around and while you kickin it
I'll be the fella in the puffin under breath lickin it

Chorus:
Holler at me if you wanna battle
Blow with your lingo we get it started
Holler at me if you wanna battle
Blow it your lingo
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Mizz Nina:
Get ready for the attack cos look who's back
Mizz Nina comin through with her crew and Too Phat
Have you ever seen a hot b-girl emcee
I bust rhymes with mad style
Positions, baby freeze
So please acknowledge the fact that im the equal in this hip-hop sequel
Don't be judgin by my physicals, i swallow you and your crew like small raisins
Whether sober or under intense intoxications
What you're feelin are nights of full of frustration
It's amazing how i always keep my 'raps blazin'
Hot like cajun, witness this chicks assasination
It's evident believe my hip-hop dedication
THis highness be with wisdom, touching upon the throne
Furious intensity bestowed upon my microphone
Lyrical fitness, the impact like a hitlist
Keep your ishlish and won't stop till im finished. What?

Noreen:Too Phat - Wanna Battle? - http://motolyrics.com/too-phat/wanna-battle-lyrics.html
Your whole style is feminine
Sinkin when you spittin em
No more fans be diggin em
Cause i be the one who addictin em
Sugar make you high like im lemon gin
Grillin and man like i'm Eminem
Who's that next chump? bring em in
I'll stomp on him wit ma Timbalands
Ya'll know i aint no fairy yo, some might think im a scary hoe
Mind full of war scenarios, Noreen remain imperial...

Chorus

Joe:
My dribblin dont impress you
But would you be depressed
If i undress you female siblin
With my ticklin too. In the figidy freakin pool
Swing my diggity dingaling from Petaling to Timbaktu
And got me impromptu freestylin spits blow you to bits
Turn your fans into my fanatics
Jizzow addicts we'z a force to be reckoned with
Now dont you know I can pull it off slow
But the again I could be droppin gems
At a 1000 bpm got more bars than pens
You gonna tell your friends that imma dope no doubt like gwen
What i talk about is genuine, like autobot i always win

Saint M.O.B:
No more time to be silent, it's time to get violent
Cause you know here i come with the bomb and it's pumpin
So best to beware dont sit down and just stare
Pump it up in the air when you know weare there
Get it up and down comin to you straight from the underground
Buck buck pow it's the sound of the hallow streets of my hood
And it's makin me frown
Steadily standin e, feelin me, backin me, bring it on to the top
Better just makin it real so you can feel the beat dont make you drop
Get your groove on, put your strap on
Dont keep me waiting too long cause im a blow it off

Sam M.O.B:
Feel ma heat when im home alone
Couldnt keep me asleep gotta sleep till dawn
Shall I stick with me click
Might get rid of the heat so I sit on
My seat fore I slip or get prick on my feet makes me sick
As I peeped out the street, got a tip for the treat
Better hit down the beat start to lead on this song
Couldnt keep me home. Close up the wind blow
Get in the car and close up the window lookin the far and
Ya'll better be holler me for battle as I rebel agaisnt the devil
Friends form the past
Enemy who dares to stop on my chest go ahead
Be my guest