"Battle Rap" genre: Rap
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	Lyrics BATTLE RAP Verse 1 Step on up rappers, if you feel you must/ I don’t rhyme for the in-God-we-trust/ I rhyme to shake this Earth/ stand right here while my rhyme elephant gives birth/ A.K.A. you get smashed/ I ain’t gotta trash/ your family name or speak crass/ Lesson #1, learn the rules/ A battle, a war, don’t get them confused/ You disrespect any love of mine/ I’m putting this mic down and it’s Tasmanian-devil time/ Your illiteracy doesn’t impress me/ I weigh 150 but I wouldn’t test me/ But if you were that much of a careful thinker/ you wouldn’t have your release parties in the clinker/ And before you call me snotty/ I’d rather be a bookworm than a fake John Gotti/ Chorus This here’s a battle rap Verse 2 It’s on, behold a man rap/ competitors can’t rhyme through Saran Wrap/ And in a battle it don’t matter what you’re planning/ I’m seeing through it like the 69 Moon landing/ What you call battling makes me tickled/ I’m swatting your tightrope with a sickle/ Cats claim you blaze, but I ain’t hearing it/ most rap critics are musically illiterate/ Juggling rhyme books is hectic/ on my Earth enemies I got a satellite perspective/ Hip-hop construct/ rhyme made-up/ shape-shift to photons and get you when you let the shade up/ Upon this 3rd rock from the Sun/ at every latitudinal and longitudinal I pust puns/ Fat Albert sware he raw/ until I drop him like I jumped off my end of the see-saw/ Repeat Chorus Verse 3 This is a high-impact, visual joint/ an ice pick to your windpipe, now you get the point/ A battle rap, conflict is fuel/ back to back, 10 paces, spin and duel/ Bobby Brown said “Don’t Be Cruel”/ but cats be picking at your CD in retail racks like it’s stool/ You want to blaze me? Go ahead then, try/ I’ll have your boys digging like the FDNY/ 18 years in the arena, never on the sideline/ bury you up to your neck at high tide time/ And on your last gulp of water trouble/ my face will form in your panicky bubbles/ imploding mics is a decade hobby/ against my album defeated foes lobby/ But you can go and get the National Guard or the Joint Chiefs of Staff/ and you’ll still need a skin graft/ Repeat Chorus … Take your Mickey-Mouse rhymes, your okey-doke rhymes, your poot-butt raps on home …

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