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"Battle Cry" lyrics by JOELL ORTIZ
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"Battle Cry"
[Mixtape "Farewell Summer" Version]

[sample: Muhammad Ali]
"All of you chumps are gonna bow.. when I whoop him.
ALL OF YOU, I know you got him.
I know you've got him picked... but the man's in TROUBLE!
I'ma show YOU.. how great I am!" [echoes]

[Verse: {Muhammad Ali sample}]
How many times I gotta tell y'all I'm second to none? (whattup?)
No magazine's top ten cause I'm negative one! (yup!)
So I don't pay attention to them dumb folk, (naaah!)
Cause I'm a always be in first like the clutch broke. (VROOOM!)
I'm from where the cut-throats cut coke, [sniff]
Cause school ain't cut it, they cut out the puff smoke. [coughes]
And guess what? - That's who I hang with; (ch'eah!)
So when you speak INDUSTRY, - I don't know the language! (NO!)
But play the beat and I'll show you why I'm head honcho, (yeah!)
Y'all gettin' away with murder like the "White Bronco". (Bronco!)
Bunch of trash inbetween hooks (sssh!)
Bars too cute to be gettin' all these mean looks. (whattup?)
Put the hottest rappers all on one stage together, (maaan!)
See who'll hold their arm up like Che Guevera. (yeah!)
I rhyme hotter and I say it better; (listen?)
I'm a winter cold war. (I'ma show YOU..} - I'm a product of the Regan Era! {how great I am!}
Day thinkin' till the page inkin',
My 16 free y'all, I'm Hip-Hop's Abe Lincoln! (hahaaaa!)
Fam, I don't know what they thinkin' (nope!)
These niggas got me FUCKED UP - like I spent all day drinkin'. (oohh, yeah!)
I'm a boss, not a loss yet!
You're lil' lemons in a race with a souped up corvette.
I'm so HOT! - I could stand still and pour sweat,
In the North Pole fully naked with my balls wet. (balls wet!) (whooo!)
I'm a monster, these other niggas small pets; (ssssh!)
Claim they sick but they get cured by your dog's vet. (yes!)
I'm thorough from my Yank' to my gourtex,
You're bluffin'; I play Poker, I'm callin' all bets. (callin')
Local boy, when's the last time you all left? (sssh!)
I don't even know where the FUCK I'm goin' on tour next! (ooohh!)
Last month Canada, before that? Europe! (ch'eah)
I had Waffles out in Belguim, you ain't had Syrup! (hehe!)
Every time I write it's another flight, (sssh!)
Another whore with my kids on her underbite. (what else?)
Another "YAOWA" - chant when I touch the mic', (what else?)
Another Magazine spread? Yeah, you're fuckin' right! (YUP!!)
I'm on my grind like a pair of in-line skates;
Get on tracks and go banana's like a Primate. (VRROOM!)
Baboon, Gorilla, Chimpanzee, I'm Wild Ape,
King Kong under your skin. (I'ma show YOU..} - I'm bout to Sky-Scrape. {how great I am!}
But the sky ain't the limit! (NO!)
I could teleport through my mind any minute. (AAHHH!)
Take you to a place where the Lions go "ribbit",
All the frogs "roar" and the fire is frigid. (frigid!)
I'm outta this world, don't belong here. (no!)
What heir'ing the thrown if I taught you from a small chair?
Family? - You niggas got it twisted!
Flow out of the box, yours chicken and a biscuit. (yes!)
Gave me chicken pox when I listen, I be itchin' (sssh!)
To cripple your career like a ligament is missin'! (ooh!)
Dawg I'm on a mission like an intimate position,
When I swing, it's "Knock Out's"; I ain't gettin' a decision. (whoo!)
From here on it's locked y'all a prisoner to spittin', (ch'eah)
Can't escape my bars no visitor's permitted.
Welcome to Hell where Joell holds a pitch-fork, (yeah!)
And you burn in eternal flames for your bitch talk. (OOOWW!)
Dick in my hand I'm pissed off! (ssssh!)
But I ain't bucklin', "Everyday I'm Hustlin'", - Rick Ross. (BLAAAT!)
One day the whole "Globe" will know I'm Clark Kent;
Underneath the shades on a Project park bench. (FUCK THAT!)
Superman when I grip them mic',
The only way I'm slowin down is if I blow a pound of Kryptonite. (hehe!)
From now on I'm a bully, I'm a pick the fight! (yes!)
Let them pick you up off the ground when I check ya bite. (VRAM!)
You'll become a little memory, - gigabite; (GIGABITE!)
Me and these beats got married, I'm "Mr. Right"! (haha!)
"Lil' man, you spit aaiight." - I'm on FIRE!
You gotta little buzz, - Miller Lite. (Miller Lite!)
Man there's so many words runnin' round my brain, (maaan!)
If I don't put them on a track, I would go insane. ('sane!)
Maybe that's why e'rythin' I say is crazy, (uh-huh)
And everyday I wake up (I'ma show YOU..} - with a naked lady, {how great I am!}
With a V.I.P. band on my right wrist; (uh-huh!)
Pants on the flow, J.D. with a slight sip!
Left in the bottle tele-key on the night stand;
I go to the bathroom to pee and then I scraaaam! (haaa!)
I live the life of a rock-star,
They ain't wanna let me through so I became a Cop Car! (whoo-hoooo!)
Put the Sirens on every time I touch a pen', (pen'!)
E'rybody move like dope - that's a fuckin' "10". (DAMN!)
My peers know I'm gonna win;
This music's like my first crush - for yeeaars I wanted in. (yeah!)
I'm here! - Oh, boy; will you taste the wrath?
I'm a make it ugly like what's underneath Jason's mask. (aigh!)
I listen to alota mixtapes and laugh! (why?)
All you nigga do is "whine" like Jamaican ass. (hehe!)
Every night I celebrate. - We take a glass of Cham-...
...-Pagne to the brain, sometimes we take a bath. (GET OUTTA HERE!)
Victory feels far better
Than Defeat, you niggas weak, Solar's Letter. (Rest In Peace!)
I'm harder than a fonz-lebber; (ch'eah!)
My worst rhyme's 30 times rougher than your hottest bars ever. (whooo!)
I could front like a car fender;
Cause everything I'm on DJ's pull up - like the bar tenders! (YESS!)
New York, I'm the answer to your prayers! (uh-huh!)
"Head Nod Music", (I'ma show YOU..} leave the dancin' over there! {how great I am!}
Project Shit, ain't no Mansion over here, (sssh!)
Just Murder on the strings, Charles Manson on the Snare. (uuuhhh!)
I'm hungry! The game's like a Food Court,
I just gave y'all a loose hundred, - Newports! [echoes]

[Outro: Joell Ortiz]
Joell Ortiz
Who feel they...
Who feel they better?
Mehe.. [beat stops] hehe! [echoes]

[Thanks to Big TaMá$ for these lyrics]

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