Battle Cry (Prod. by The Audible Doctor) Lyrics

How many times I gotta tell ya'll I'm second to none?
No magazine's top ten cause I'm negative one.
So I don't pay attention to them dumb folk
Cause I'ma always be in first like the clutch broke
I'm from where the cut-throats cut coke
Cause school ain't cut it, they cut out the puff smoke
And guess what?
That's who I hang with, so when you speak INDUSTRY -- I don't know the language
But play the beat and I'll show you why I'm head honcho
Ya'll gettin' away with murder like the white bronco
Bunch of trash inbetween hooks
Bars too cute to be gettin' all these mean looks
Put the hottest rappers all on one stage together
See who'll hold their arm up like Che Guevera
I rhyme hotter and I say it better
I'm a winter cold war
I'm a product of the Regan Era
Day thinkin till the page inkin'

My 16 free ya'll I'm hip-hop's Abe Lincoln.
Fam I don't know what they thinkin
These niggas got me fucked up like I spent all day drinkin
I'm a boss not a loss yet
You're little lemons in a race with a souped up corvette
I'm so hot I could stand still and pour sweat in the North Pole fully naked with my balls wet
I'm a monster, these other niggas small pets
Claim they sick but they get cured by your dog's vet
I'm thorough from my Yank' to my gourtex
You're bluffin, I play Poker I'm callin all bets
Local boy, when's the last time you all left?
I don't even know where the FUCK I'm goin' on tour next
Last month Canada, before that? Europe
I had Waffles out in Belguim, you ain't had Syrup
Every time I write it's another flight
Another whore with my kids on her underbite
Another "YAOWA!" chant when I touch the Mic
Another Magazine spread, yeah you fuckin right
I'm on my grind like a pair of in-line skates
Get on tracks and go banana's like a Primate
Baboon, Gorilla, Chimpanzee, I'm Wild Ape
King Kong under your skin, I'm bout to Sky-Scrape
But the sky ain't the limit
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