Inside. nThe. nMedasyn. nCamp.nYes. nMCs. nState. nYour. nIdentity.nnFrost P!nZuz.nSOV, Lady Sovereign.nShystie!nnLet. the. battle. commence.nn[FROST P]nYo, Medasyn star.nPlus the prodigal son, Zuz Rock.nDen, I will do. Yo.nnnSee I'm a man who only chats realnessnBe like most these kids who chat sh*tnS*ck record company dick.nFrost P, I keep it gutter.nnStill bills I'm payin', still for meals I'm prayin'nnIn the meanwhile, I stayed me and wait,nThey life ain't great,nBut's better than the jobs from state,nFor makin' it, mate, just a Q and A.nnStill ghetto wit they mind of a needlenQuicker than a cheetah,nDraw nine millimeter up.nGrab a man's chainnnIf I get shifty, never in vainnAin't life, but I stay in they gamenYeah the prodicial's the samenAin't we all a little ?nnFrame my brain to the gamenNigga blow the whistle (tweet)nnn[ZUZ ROCK]nSame issue, I move like a video on jerk.nSteady, walk forward in my Timberland bootsnAnd I still ready to shoot, you need proof?nnShow it any timenFuck a label, I never get signed!nMore time, niggas wanna leave me behind.nTell me to put my name on they dotted line.nnYa find, the way I am contracts to they streetnCome around, will you?nIn the last two weeks, you're too weak.nnI still represent Hays Town.nThough it's my proximity, my boy face down.nMurder mans, niggas fast like a greyhoundnQuick to run in the bank, and tell ya lay down.nnStyle to the manner, got a place in the manornLike a .38, always come back to the man-ner.nThat's grammar.nnUse it punk, big like they clumps.nYou versus me equals my car trunk.nnn[Chorus: x2]nLissen up, Zuz, Frost P, eyes frosty,nThat Meda camp, kills MCs softlynLike Lauren, we buy shots from foreign.nAnd you don't wanna fuck with my side, foolnnn[SHYSTIE & SOV]nYo, this is ShystiennYeah, SOV, Lady Sovereign, and what Shystie.nLet's take these boys out, yeah?nnI'm on it, boy-eh, Let's battle,nShow these guys what we're worth, ruthey boy,nCause I know, see, I can spit,nLet's show them.nnAlright!nn[SOV]nYo, there's something, I got one bad habit,nWhen those streets step to me, I won't have it,n'Specially people like you and you annThat's okay, now when I come throughnnCome up they light's in they low power,nRemember they time when you got slaughtered,nBeef? cause no, it's just an argumentnWords they is jerkin' in they House of Parliament.nnWith out they words, with out they verbsnLittle boys left on they kerb.nPeople, lift them up before dey get hurt.nBut their heart rate stop (beeep)nWhen they have just learnednnThat I'm above they flownLeave yer mind in high-lownLike they center of a polo, pushnCan't enter his height when I'm so low,nYah, yeh don't know, so --nnNone a yer words can hurt me, fool.nNone a yer combacks mean f*k, fool.nNuffin' you say can hurt me, fool.nI feel bad, pity for you.nnRue the lack of sense.nThat's yer ish-ing that does dis.nWhere yer car? harhar! A domestic lifennDevil promotion of sickness (hwack)nI'll spit this Anyone listenin' is a witness.nHelpless lady -- I never written dis.nLet's get on wid they quick busi-ness.nS.O.V. that darn lyricist can get us dis?n-- No.nnHup-two-three-four, I'm goin' to war,nTo win and leave the runner-up sore. (ow!)nI'm raw, like uncooked meat,nThat's why I'm in they hole,nThat why I flak it, I'm a treat --nnI'm deep. But my face looks sweet!nSweet enough to fool yeh 'bout my greed.nWaltz it to where them don't sleep,nYaeh, now creep!nn[SHY/SOV CHORUS] [x2]nYo, lissen up to Sovereign and me, Shystie!nThe Meda camp's deep, and they never stopped wenSpittin' lyrics in your face, you can't keep up they pacenSo you don't wanna fuck with our side, fool!nnn[SHYSTIE]nHa! So, let's show these boys what time it is.nI'm showin' you,nDey don't know about how us gurrls spit, yeh.nLet's show them how we keep it real.nLet's show them what they deal is.nLet's show them what time it is.nnnShystie! Let's go!nnnOi! 'ey, lissen up,nDon't get f*cked up I go through PMS,nMy mood swings leave niggas in a state ofnDistress.nI'm the lyrical Shakespeare thou shall never testnDoesn't spit about a rattle man's chestnnnAccordings to these angles, if dere was a circlenYeah! -- play, boy, but I know my swivin' hurt you.nnnI take you for a joke, so you get laffed at (haha)nYer a basic MC, boy. I'm done -- past it.nnCause my microphone sample is in they silence,nLeaving, yeh suddenly need stabilizers.nYeah wanted to battle me like an idiot.nBut I'll show everyone (sure!) here that yerr notnReady yet.nnI'll leave you body wrapped, body bagged, in a closed hearse.nLeff it in they church, can I really get worse?nCannot rilly know that I jes silly caught, seen mennBut I'm still here, cause I move like the wind.nnGoin' to make havoc -- spit til I choke.nHow could anyone ever better me for a joke.nSee they tick-tock? on they body clock, I put it on stop.nIf you wanna come and drop a lyric, there is no top.nnBut if you had it, you still couldn't rhymenYou still couldn't write (nah) in beat to dis timenSo you never get close enough to me to attack.nYou take two steps forward, but three steps back.nnnCause I'm daily separatin' mens day out day in,nLeaving them with no self-esteem, meditatingnAnd don't think of it, Unless its how I'll make you lose your confidence.nEven how you spittin on dis track is never-never lan'.nnnYour sh*tnYou. can't. spit. and. it's. better. dat. you. quit.nLeave. it. to Shystie. that. spits. hot toxic.nnBut -- you member how we's doin' all?nYeah! right! hah hah!nn[SHY/SOV CHORUS] [x2]nYo, lissen up to Sovereign and me, Shystie!nThe Meda camp's deep, and they never stopped wenSpittin' lyrics in your face, you can't keep up they pacenSo you don't wanna fuck with our side, fool!nn[FROST P]nYo! This is it! heh hah haa!nThe beef's kickin' off now! (s'fun now)nFrost P! Bruce Grove N17. Z-U!nLet's take down these dudd birds. (nice)nnYo, I used both of these girls mouthnLike pick-up sex in a condom they beef is on.nAnd your Miss DynamitenImpressions ain't botherin' no one.nSo thanks but nah. Get yer own slogan!nnTake that! Matter of fact, get off they track.nI'm too classy to go back-to-backnWith your average hood-rats.nnWhat you know about markin' yer gamenUp yer walls? Nuffin.nSpittin crap at yer sympathizers. (nuffin!)nnTreat yeh frauds like Kit-Katn-- Give 'em a break!nCause yer unknown and fake,nCause yer bound to hate.nnDey wanna beee like us!! (I know)nBut they're featherweight,nAnd I'm a heavyweight.nEatin' MCs like ready-break.nnIf that's the case, imagine what the skets get slapped.nQuick and exit. (huh huh)nAnd home it crept. Must be men!nn'Cos you had the balls to steppin' into a repnBut you get blazed off they set.nTrust if you be Sovereign, I'm Benson and hedgesnDon't to trust get me like anesthetics.nEven wif Gab's compressor, ya still sound lesser.nSo don't get it twisted, girls -- you aint better.nnMan, I take down your whole 'hood with my four wood.nYou hear they way I flow, and you really wish you could.nnNever dat! Too many rhymes, too many lines.nFor the amateurs like you, I ain't got they time.nn[FROST/ZUZ CHORUS] [x2]nLissen up -- Zuz, Frost P, eyes frosty,nThat Meda camp, kills MCs softlynLike Lauren, we buy shots from foreign.nAnd you don't wanna fuck with my side, foolnn[ZUZ ROCK]nHeh heh.nYeah, these gurls can't be serious!nFrost, are these gurls serious, man?nThey better f*kin' reco'nize what time it is,nBefore we clean their clocks.nR-O-C? -- yep.nnI spit sick rhymes, my stylesnBetter den yours, times ten.nI rhyme couple time, I punish you in line,nYou could never take Zuz for a spin.nn'Cos this isn't nevah-nevahnI'm tougher dan evah.nMy vendetta is simply paybacknWrite lyrics with no pen, no paper.nnHate-ers never prosper. (yep)nSo get lost like change down the sofa.nnGarage doesn't matter to me.n'Cos if Shystie is on battlin' menShe's ready to see, R.O. is old schoolnLike bullet-hole jeans (whew)nn-- when they bullet goes innI used to shop work to get a gold fing.nFor sure, I'm talkin', my fro's clean.nYo, my 'fro's clean, just like the po sheetsnBetter listen up when R.O. speaks.nnSo all of my worrds are hurrrtin' you.nAnd yer both damn, sound like dudes.nWhy would not you got a better fing to do?nEasily kill you hos, I won't lose. ZU-ZU!nnIn the MC game, I put a lame MC to shame.nYou've only got yourself to blame.nTame your voice when you talk big my sh*t is realnI kill your little kids like mornin'-after pillsn-- So chill.nnWhen you walked in, I met ends, it's not happenin'.nI still strappin' my nine, I still rappin' part time.nLemme up, I take ye back they old ways.nYeah don't wanna see me take it back to old days --nnI favored Frost P like a maniac. (he's great)n'Cos I'm back, I show you where the f*ks izzat.nnI'm still one of a kind, win they war with me?nKilled twenty-two (22.) MCs,nThem wanna make it twenty-three (23!).nnnn[FROST/ZUZ CHORUS] [x2]nLissen up -- Zuz, Frost P, eyes frosty,nThat Meda camp, kills MCs softlynLike Lauren, we buy shots from foreign.nAnd you don't wanna fuck with my side, foolnnn[SHYSTIE]nI'll slew you, hands tied behind my fat*ssnNo lies, I will even close my eyes.nTurn aroun', with my back facednIn yer face, switch place.nSpit my lyrics in yer face like mace.nn[SOV]nYo, my eyes --------nI pity they fool who will sell itnLike dresser, uh huh.nnI be they midget in they middlenWot right about now (yo)nBut can you do a little?nn[FROST P]nRose, never stoppin'.nI called they rolls, twenty years old.nI still hop on the bus with a child bus pass.nWe ain't stoppin for queues we just rush pastnEducated, but yep, I still bunk class!nn[ZUZ ROCK]nSee, I'm renegade. Roll wid they R.O.C.,nPlus, we fully stocked wid they nine millin'Cos we hotter than the sahara desertnAfta banned and a filly,nI thug jacked Pokemon cards from kiddies.nn[SHYSTIE]nA lotta people know Shystie they renegade,nI keep gasses out they bottle, but it's not lemonade.nSo -- don't get twisted, 'cos I'm not Shy.nGive a bad look, get a right hook in yer eye!nn[FROST P]nFat man that man I pull scares like anthraxnLeave a boy lookin, zip is lips wit' Tampax!nWit my accent, jack all they lime off they track.nMake a used door sound like Oh dear, Maxwellnn[ZUZ ROCK]nStill --nHuffing and puffing and bluffingnAnd not on a double to nuttin'.nI doubled up when I f*d yer girlfriend,nDouble the trouble, when I doubled they barrel,nR.O. dubbed it, so you won't be into lurin'nn[SOV]nYeah don't wanna look in my eye, fool!nMy lyrics see people that cry, fool!nYeah'll see black and white,nLike a black tie ball, so --nn[ALL]n**YOU DON'T WANNA fuck with MY SIDE, FOOL**