of me As I march alone to a different beat Slowly swallowing down my fear Yeah, yeah I am ready for the road less traveled Suiting up for my crowning battle
Was the first livin' black man since the Spanish-American War To receive the United States Medal of Honor For savin' so many lives in the midst of battle
[Kanye West] Uh, Good music, this our year backing drums by DJ Premier now let me count it down, who the f-ck up in here Common, Don, Old G, battle rap
Bombs going off in Sierra Leone Taken more shots than Karl Malone Battle looms, your doom, injustice entombed Who got the diamonds? Who gonna find them
you're on the run from the police, you got two options Turn yourself in.. or come out BLASTING!"; *boom* [Kool G. Rap] The chase ain't over, the battle
and move I don't age yo I improve then maximize my time like we fightin' in the spotlight aight then who wanna battle you must be trippin whack niggas
and hear the incline of sunshine, nine Stones in orbit, refuse to forfeit They all form a cipher, and they came to observe it I follow suit, and face
modestly, moderately dichotomy Manslaughter sporadically, automatically adequate Gang up on myself, by myself, but keep me out of it Undoubtedly a lunatic, Battle
ones to the trenches Suit up, forge rubble into fortresses Plaster, cloth, aluminum Broken porcelain, rusted platinum Burn bloodstains from decompressed diamonds Hammer the battle
, back again, what's that? Back again What's that? Word come on A north face and skully hat don't make you a thug A army suit, a pair of timbs don't
is old school, but we ain't goin' out While I'm battling these rival crews Yes, BDP would stay in the street news Some said all they wanna do is battle
Back about eighteen hundred And some a Louisiana couple had a red headed son No name suited him, Jim, Jack or Joe They just called him Billy Bayou Billy
superstar [Verse 1] Ayyo, here's the whole story, the whole true, "He's retarded" Here's how my whole bullshit career started Back in '88 it was about battle
humans call dolloman tell him bring some weed around no mo five dolla sacks i buy it by da pound i graduated from dickies and chuck taylors on now i wear gucci suits
opposition is the my cultural future I split like atomic and anybody MOY I'ma fond of make Me and my killer guerrillas willin' 'cause we're the corner boys They tryin to battle
; All my ladies say, "ya-ya!" Poppa to me baby like, "pa-pa" Drop-top bentley, benz and coupe's (? ? ? ) skins and lucci suits Can
bricks Out the back of the Acura whip (whoo) {talkin} Uh, I'm jus gettin warmed up, let's warm up, I'm still in my warm up suit y'all YO, that's how I
You won't quite make it, dirty cash just invaded, yeah I know you prayed for my downfall Curse all you cats whose down with Babylon You Babylon, I'll battle