Battle Cry Lyrics - Bottoms Up - Obie Trice

Yeah, yeah yeah yeah 

Battle cry 

I've been shot by my critics 

Took the bout by the cynics 

Feel like my life's on display 

Like the museum exhibits 

Puts my life on the line 

Invested years in these rhymes 

(?) street's thirst and they need it 

Now hear my battle cry 

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O-Trice, back, at it 

They don't wanna see him platinum 

They just wanna see him pratted 

They just wanna see him tec something 

(?) 

Get next to him 

So they can be the first to rat it 

Savage, put him in a cascet 

Categorize him, say Cheers was a classic 

That's it, as if 

He ain't bring the city to the masses 

Minus Mathers, but my name is astrous 

Like the (?) ain't shown them where the cash at 

(?) 

O has fucked(?), as you should 

Never mind a player hater, as long as you could 

Never change, gutter 

So you can downplay my name, O still the same 

Come on 

Photos 

Keep going, keep going on 

Keep going, keep going on 

This my battle cry, battle cry 

Keep going, keep going on 

Keep going, keep going on 

This my battle cry, battle cry 

Waiting with patience 

In the dark like a vagrant 

Determining this circus 

(?) want entertainment 

My wings have been clipped, but now I'm ready to fly 

In the heavens with angels 

While devils wished I died 

O-Trice, back, at it 

I ain't never came whack 

All I ever gave's crack 

All I ever gave's back 

Ain't a human being on this earth saying opposite that 

You can misconstrue what he do 

Cuz he cruise in an automobile 

(?) 

I know how to double-up 

Then double platinum 

No matter the circus stands, see I emerge from that 

Used to serve the bundles, now the verse intact 

Used to worship onions, now I service rap 

The certain cat's uncertain with that 

They'd rather see him service, dirtnap 

Like I deserve them curses 

Like I don't speak in cursive 

Like I ain't got a purpose 

Beast of the streets 

Dope stay on O-Trice's person 

Keep going, keep going on 

Keep going, keep going on 

This my battle cry, battle cry 

Keep going, keep going on 

Keep going, keep going on 

This my battle cry, battle cry 

Keep going, keep going on 

Keep going, keep going on 

This my battle cry, battle cry 

BME, Obie Trice, 2011, Bottoms Up 

You know 

Some days you the dog, some days you the hydrant 

Gotta keep moving