Obie Trice, Adrian Rezza - Battle Cry lyrics
[Obie Trice, Adrian Rezza - Battle Cry lyrics]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah battle cry
I've been shot by my critics
Talked about by the cynics
Feel like my life's on display
Like the museum exhibit's
Puts my life on the line
Invested years in these rhymes
The street's thirst and they need it
Now hear my battle cry
O Trice, back, at it
They don't wanna see him platinum
They just wanna see him brraaatted
They just wanna see him
Tec something Kwame Kilpatrick
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, by my name is a asterisk
Like the craft ain't shown them
Where the cash at
Like my past, so I half step
Like I ain't work the bag on the ave
I swear they ass backwards
Let them put a nigga in the trash
O has fought, as you should
Never mind a player hater
As long as you good never change, gutter
So you can downplay my name, O still the same
Come on
Keep going, keep going on
Keep going, keep going on
This my battle cry, battle cry
I've been waiting with patience
In the dark like a vagrant
Determining this circus
The fans 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 say opposite that
You can misconstrue what he do
Cuz he cruise in an automobile or two
I know how to trap i know how to double-up
Been doubled back
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
There's certain cats uncertain with that
Rather see him serve his dirt nap
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
BME, Obie Trice, 2011, Bottoms Up you know
Some days you the dog
Some days you the hydrant gotta keep moving
I've been shot by my critics
Talked about by the cynics
Feel like my life's on display
Like the museum exhibit's
Puts my life on the line
Invested years in these rhymes
The street's thirst and they need it
Now hear my battle cry
O Trice, back, at it
They don't wanna see him platinum
They just wanna see him brraaatted
They just wanna see him
Tec something Kwame Kilpatrick
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, by my name is a asterisk
Like the craft ain't shown them
Where the cash at
Like my past, so I half step
Like I ain't work the bag on the ave
I swear they ass backwards
Let them put a nigga in the trash
O has fought, as you should
Never mind a player hater
As long as you good never change, gutter
So you can downplay my name, O still the same
Come on
Keep going, keep going on
Keep going, keep going on
This my battle cry, battle cry
I've been waiting with patience
In the dark like a vagrant
Determining this circus
The fans 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 say opposite that
You can misconstrue what he do
Cuz he cruise in an automobile or two
I know how to trap i know how to double-up
Been doubled back
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
There's certain cats uncertain with that
Rather see him serve his dirt nap
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
BME, Obie Trice, 2011, Bottoms Up you know
Some days you the dog
Some days you the hydrant gotta keep moving