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letra de soul vs. lee scott - badmouth battles

[round 1: soul]
i turn up perfectly polished ninety second rounds ’til the dawn’s light!
minute rounds? short time ain’t gonna save you from a long night
because you awkwardly stumble through those rubbish bars you do not write
while every part of my three 60’s perfect, i’m shaun white
so children of the d-mned sent one of the expendables to get me
pfft, i’m unleashed, fearless, better jet lee, or get jet li’d into next week
check the net lee – next sees, ‘let’s beef’ who the best be? they sent me to make this [?]’s head leak and jet ski down the jet stream, you get me?
you miss the days were you could say you were in monster’s clique
‘cos any music not with him has been proper shit
you’ve been crying over the polaroids of the flicks when you were boys with him
but you don’t need to know where the pics are, to miss monster’s ink
yo
‘cos your wife looks like sully, shit she had keith lemon [?]
i don’t even wanna see her face when we get to bonin’
she let her box up to the letterbox of where lee’s getting stoned in
she’s getting nailed through the front door like neil lennon’s postman!
so i’m gonna prove that i’m double you, get that w on the [?] fam
take his intelligence, double that mine is double that!
and that’s a perk for the hardcore fans like double tap
that i’m more calm and wise like the double act
so we can take this to a foreground and battle with free’s
i’m back on my arrogant steez, you about to take that double l like the rapper from leeds. easy

[round 1: lee scott]
(whenever yeah?)
excuse me, while i shit on your life
why do you call yourself soul, jed mitchell from fife?
it’s a shame ‘cos you put so much effort into dissing me, but when you picked your name you just flicked through a dictionary, landed on the s section and said ‘this is me’
out of all the s words you’ll always be shit to me
a rhythmically impaired nerd, xbox geek
that couldn’t even nod his head on beat
in fact, you wanna see him clap
i never thought i’d be living in the day were i’m battling somebody who doesn’t even rap
ay lad… lad… lad!
you’re as hip-hop as the f-cking time warp
fife pussy, from a tribe called ‘pleasant countryside walk’
why talk when you can zip your lips
and play a more convincing role gettin’ ripped to shit
you think he’s slick? he’s just an idiot
he’d be rendered pretty much illiterate if he couldn’t wiki it
your pseudo-intellect is limited
without your computer you’re an invalid
you’re held back by the weight of your lame brain
i bet he’s distracted by that lappy, he proper wants to just play games
and that’s all i’m saying, f-ck that round

[round 2: soul]
if [?] said ‘i’ll sponsor you guys to go commercial’, what do you suppose he’d do?
i quit my last job ‘cos i felt disrespected like what you’re supposed to do

- badmouth battles

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