<inside. the. Medasyn. camp.>
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<yes. MCs. state. your. identity.>
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--Frost P!
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--Zuz.
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--SOV, Lady Sovereign.
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--Shystie!
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<let. the. battle. commence.>
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[FROST P]
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Yo, Medasyn star.
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Plus the prodigal son, Zuz Rock.
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Den, I will do. Yo.
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See I'm a man who only chats realness
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F*** being like most dese kids who chat sh*t
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Suck record company dick.
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Frost P, I keep it gutter.
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Still bills I'm payin', still for meals I'm prayin'
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In the meanwhile, I stayed me and wait,
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De life ain't great,
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But's better than the jobs from state,
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For makin' it, mate,
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Just a Q and A.
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Still ghetto wit de mind of a needle
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quicker than a cheetah,
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Draw nine millimeter up.
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Grab a man's chain
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If I get shifty, never in vain
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Ain't life, but I stay in de game
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Yeah the prodicial's the same
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"Ain't we all a little ?"
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Frame my brain to the game
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N*gga blow the whistle (tweet)
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[ZUZ ROCK]
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Same issue, I move like a video on jerk.
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Steady, walk forward in my Timberland boots
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And I still ready to shoot, you need proof?
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Show it any time
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f*ck a label, I never get signed!
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More time, N*ggas wanna leave me behind.
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Tell me to put my name on de dotted line.
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Ya find, the way I am contracts to de street
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Come around, will you?
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In the last two weeks, you're too weak.
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I still represent Hays Town.
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Though it's my proximity, my boy face down.
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Murder mans, N*ggas fast like a greyhound
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Quick to run in the bank, and tell ya lay down.
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Style to the manner, got a place in the manor
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Like a 38, always come back to the man-ner.
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That's grammar.
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Use it punk, big like de clumps.
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[SHYSTIE/SOV]
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Yo, this is Shystie . . .
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Yeah, SOV, Lady Sovereign, and what Shystie.
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Let's take dese boys out, yah?
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I'm on it, boy-eh
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Let's battle
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Show dese guys what we're worth, rude boy,
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'Cos I know, see, I can spit
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Let's show dem.
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A'right!
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[SOV]
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Yo, dere's suttin, I got one bad habit,
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When those streets step to me, I won't have it,
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'Specially people like you and you and you
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Dat's okay, now when I come through
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Come up de light's in de low power,
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Remember de time when you got slaughtered,
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Beef? Cos' no, it's just an argument
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Words they is jerkin' in de House of Parliament.
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Wid out de words, wid out de verbs
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Little boys left on de kerb.
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People, lift dem up before dey get hurt.
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But their heart rate stop (beeep)
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When they have just learned
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Dat I'm above de flow
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Leave yer mind in high-low
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Like de center of a polo, push
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Can't enter his height when I'm so low,
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Yah, yeh don't know, so --
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None a yer words can hurt me, fool.
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None a yer comebacks mean f*k, fool.
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Nuffin' you say can hurt me, fool.
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I feel bad, pity for you.
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Rue the lack of sense.
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That's yer ish-ing the bestest
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Where yer car? harhar! A domestic life
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Devil promotion of sickness (hwack)
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I'll spit this
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Anyone listenin' is a witness.
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Helpless lady -- I never written dis.
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Let's get on wid de quick busi-ness.
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S.O.V. that darn lyricist can get us dis?
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-- No.
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Hup-two-three-four, I'm goin' to war,
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To win and leave the runner-up sore. (ow!)
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I'm raw, like uncooked meat,
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That's why I'm in de hole,
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Dat why I flak it, I'm a treat --
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I'm deep. But my face looks sweet!
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Sweet enough to fool yeh 'bout my greed.
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Waltz it to where dem don't sleep,
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Yaeh, now creep!
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[SHY/SOV CHORUS] [x2]
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Yo, lissen up to Sovereign and me, Shystie!
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The Meda camp's deep, and they never stopped we
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Spittin' lyrics in your face, you can't keep up de pace
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So you don't wanna f*ck wiv our side, fool!
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[SHYSTIE]
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Ha! So, let's show dese boys what time it is.
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I'm showin' you,
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Dey don't know about how us gurrls spit, yeh.
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Let's show dem how we keep it real.
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Let's show dem what de deal is.
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Let's show dem what time it is.
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It's Shystie! Let's go!
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Oi! 'ey, lissen up,
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Don't get f*cked up I go through PMS,
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My mood swings leave N*ggas in a state of
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distress.
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I'm the lyrical Shakespeare thou shall neve |