Too Phat - Wanna Battle? lyrics

(Malique) Remember back in the time when it was all about the simplest rhymes Way before Malique be kickin' the the wickedest flows and ticklish lines But hey it's a little bit changed now, it's getting more strange now I'm feelin' the pain and sick of the dirty games and sick of the flirty dames now I'm sick of them kekos who kickin' their simile so similar to the mista I'm sick of them people that takin' advantage now is you diggin' the picture Slick with the raps I'm bringing, I'm k**in' any cats in Sing Sing Your cat wanna battle me? Bring him in the ring ring And see this k**a be sting him (Reefa) Wanna battle me dribblin' Gonna be laughin' at you like you be ticklin' While I be goin' fast u be tricklin' Doze off like a dose of penicillin And even though you be figurin wit the flow you deliverin' In a bose speaker bein' in For this ear to be listenin' Keep your head up for a dissin', I'm good like finger lickin', Wanna test the best and get yourself in a mess While you kickin' a dress I'll be up in the press Never settle for less While you feelin', depressed with a stick 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 back puffin' under breath lickin' it (Mizz Nina) Get ready for the attack cos look who's back Mizz Nina comin' through with the 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 I'm the equal in this hip hop sequel Don't be judgin' on my physicals I swallow you and your crew like small raisins Whether sober or under intense intoxication What you facin' are nights full of frustration It's amazing how I always keep my rap blazin' Hot like cajun, witness the chicks a**a**ination It's evident, believe my hip hop dedication This highness be with wisdom, touchin' upon the throne Furious intensity bestowed upon my microphone Lyrical fitness, the impact like a hitlist Keep your s***list and won't stop till I'm finished, what? (Noreen) Your whole style feminine Sickin' when you spittin em No more fans be diggin em Cause I be the one who addictin' em Sugar make you high like I'm lemon gin Grillin' any man like I'm Eminem Who's that next chump? Bring em in I'll stomp on him wit' ma Timbalands Y'all know I ain't no fairy yo, some might think I' a scary ho Mind full of war scenarios, Noreen remain imperial (Joe) My dribblin' don't impress you But would you be depressed, If I address your female siblin' With my ticklin' too, and the figidy freakin fools Swing my diggity dingaling from Petaling too Timbuktu 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 don't you know I can pull it off slow But then again I could be droppin jams Advertising bpm (Saint) 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 beware don't sit down and just stare Pump it up in the air when you know we are there Get it up and down comin' to you straight from the underground Buck buck pow it's the sound of the shallow streets of my hood And it's makin' me frown Steadily standin' me, feelin' me, backin' me, bring it on to the top Better just makin it real so you can feel the beat don't make you drop Get your groove on, put your strap on Don't keep me waiting too long Cause I'm a blow it off (Sam) Feel ma' heat when I'm home alone Couldn't 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 Couldn't keep me home Close up the wind blow Get in the car and close up the window lookin' in far and Ya'll better be holler me for battle as I rebel against the devil Friends form the past Enemy who dares to stop on my chest go ahead Be my guest