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Too Phat

Genres: Hip-Hop

Wanna Battle? Lyrics - Too Phat

(Malique) 

Remember back in the time when it was all about the simplest rhymes 

Way before Malique be kickin' the the wickedest flows and ticklish lines 

But hey it's a little bit changed now, it's getting more strange now 

I'm feelin' the pain and sick of the dirty games and sick of the flirty dames now 

I'm sick of them kekos who kickin' their simile 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 Sing Sing 

Your cat wanna battle me? Bring him in the ring ring 

And see this killa be sting him 

 

(Reefa) 

Wanna battle me dribblin' 

Gonna be laughin' at you like you be ticklin' 

While I be goin' fast u be tricklin' 

Doze off like a dose of penicillin 

And even though you be figurin wit the flow you 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 feelin', depressed with a stick 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 

 

(Mizz Nina) 

Get ready for the attack cos look who's back 

Mizz Nina comin' through with the crew and Too Phat 

Have you ever seen a hot b-girl emcee. 

I bust rhymes with mad style 

Positions, baby freeze 

So please acknowledge the fact that I'm the equal in this hip hop sequel 

Don't be judgin' on my physicals 

I swallow you and your crew like small raisins 

Whether sober or under intense intoxication 

What you facin' are nights full of frustration 

It's amazing how I always keep my rap blazin' 

Hot like cajun, witness the chicks assassination 

It's evident, believe my hip hop dedication 

This highness be with wisdom, touchin' upon the throne 

Furious intensity bestowed upon my microphone 

Lyrical fitness, the impact like a hitlist 

Keep your s***list and won't stop till I'm finished, what? 

 

(Noreen) 

Your whole style feminine 

Sickin' when you spittin em 

No more 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 that next 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' a scary ho 

Mind full of war scenarios, Noreen remain imperial 

 

(Joe) 

My dribblin' don't impress you 

But would you be depressed, 

If I address your female siblin' 

With my ticklin' too, and the figidy freakin fools 

Swing my diggity dingaling from Petaling too Timbuktu 

And got me impromptu freestylin' spits blow you to bits 

Turn your fans into my fanatics 

Jizzow addicts 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 jams 

Advertising bpm 

 

(Saint) 

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 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 sound 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 your groove on, put your strap on 

Don't keep me waiting too long 

Cause I'm a blow it off 

 

(Sam) 

Feel ma' heat when I'm home alone 

Couldn't keep me asleep gotta sleep till dawn 

Shall I stick with me click 

Might get rid of the heat so I sit on 

My seat 'fore I slip or get prick on my feet makes 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 holler 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 guest