Lirik Lagu Wanna Battle – Too Phat

( Malique )
Remember back in the time when it was all about the stupiest rhymes
Way before Malique he be kickin` the the wickedest flows and tickish lines
But hey it`s a little bit changed now, it`s getting more strange now
I`m fellin` the pain I`m sick of the dirty game and sick of the flirty dames now
I`m sick of them kekos who kickin` their similes 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 killin` any cats in sings sings
Your cat wanna battle me? Bring him in the ring ring
And see this killa be sting him

But I have a bad habit
I like to fight people who fight well

( Reefa )
Wanna battle me dribbin`
Gonna be laughin` at you like you be tickin`
While I be goin` fast you be trickin`
Doze off like a dose of penicillin
And even thought you be figurin` wit the flow your 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`re takin a rest
And you tellin` 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 back puffin under breath lickin` it

( chorus ) ( 2X )
( all )
Holler at me if you wanna battle, battle
Blow with your lingo we get it started
Holler at me if you wanna battle, battle
Blow with your lingo

( Mizz Nina )
Get ready for the attack `cos look who`s back
Mizz Nina comin` throught with the crew and Too Phat
Have you ever seen a hot b-girl emcee
I bust rhymes with mad styles
Positions, baby freeze
So please acknowledge the fact that I`m equal in this hip hop sequel
Don`t be judgin` on my physicals I swallow you and your crew like smallrainsins
Whether sober or under intense intoxication
What you facin` are nights full of frustration
It`s amazing now I always keep my raps blazin`
Hot like cajun, withness the chicks assassination
This evident, believe my hip hop dedications
This highness be with wisdom, touchin` upon my microphone
Lyrical fitness, the impact like a hitlist
Keep your ishlist and won`t stop till I`m finished, what?

( Noreen )
Your whole style is feminine
Sinkin when you spittin `em
No make 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 the best 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`m a scary ho
Mind full of war scenarious, Noreen remain impertal

( repeat chorus )

( Joe Flizzow )
My dribbin` don`t impress you
But would you be depressed
If I undress your female siblin`
With my tickkin` too, in the freakin pool
Swing my diggity dingaling from Petaling too Timbuktu
And got me im promptu freestylin` spits blow you to hits
Turn your fans into my fanatics
Jizzow addict 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` gems
At 1000 bpm got more bars than pens
You gonna tell your friend 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 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 sounds 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 you groove` on, put your strap on
Don`t keep me waiting too long cause I`m a blow it off

( Sam M.O.B )
Fell ma` heat when I`m home alone
Couldn`t keep me asleep gotta sleep till down
Shall I stick with me click
Might get rid of the beat so I sit on
My seat `fore I slip or get prick on my feet make 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 hoyer 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 quest!