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letra de battlesque - pat battle

now chiba chiba y’all – i’m not a libra y’all
i keep it rappin’ on – cause i’m a capricorn
keep chiefin’ y’all – that’s how we breathin’ y’all
to the beat y’all
yo, uh…

well i’m a free force, soar across the board like ouija
peg you in the head mysteriously with my cd
stick to my position like defens-m-n when they pivot
pitted against pat, your warranty’ll reach its limit
and then it’s – trouble on the double for your hustle
i bustle up the fuss, cause i’m curt like russell
death proof – definitely no one you can step to
quick to tell a trendsetter “mother f-cker, f you”
my mental’s like a stencil with these sentences i etch through
sketchin’ out the best view of wreckin’ with a fresh hue
cinderella rhythms never fitted, bring the next shoe
i drop my dopeness in doses like pet food
the heads are my bread and b-tter, who i do my duty by
booty rhymes are banished when i’m high on the fu-gee-la
how many mics do i rip on the daily?
enough that i be losin’ track, maybe you should google that
who is that provin’ rap’s back with a newer act?
drew back and slapped all these wack cats blue and black
battlesque – when i pat you on the neck
and ask that you surrender the microphone with respect

so pause your jaws, don’t eject that text
i got the floor and i’m serving, who’s next?
nappy headed rapper with a scr-ppy little trapper full of rhymes
chicken scratch lookin’ gang signs
and the main name grabbing mad hang time is mine
i take a bite outta crime and grind it down into grime
with my saliva and slime, and then i hock up a loogie
spit it right on the flag – i’m a rebel and groovy
like hippie with a limp knee, this test isn’t a litmus
can i get a witness, or will you leave an ellipsis?
stand a man up like a firin’ squad
that’s how you execute response? that’s odder than odd
but i swim through the nonsense like otters and frogs
h-ll, i’d be honored just givin’ you the desire to nod

if my rap – was rock – it would probably be prog
if ever i was a slave, i’d definitely be flogged
cause the way that i progress lyrically’s like a soliloquy
abilities of mcs to me are barely level three
i’m over nine thousand and bouncin’ even higher
rappers got wires up their -sses, get the pliers
prior to expirin’, i’d first like to retire
from causing forest fires the way that i scorch papyrus
in science, i learned that it was spirit which divides us
so who put the aunt jemima inside of miley cyrus?

whiteys f-cking love us – let’s put it behind us
well more than when they hung us – let’s take it beyond this
we came up with a rhythm as a system to define us
but you only raise the blinders when women pop their vaginas
see, they’ll give you a pencil if you can color in the minstrel
but brother if you ain’t dumb they’ll try to pander your potential
it’s conditional, yes, but no it ain’t coincidental
some like rap only for the instrumentals
oh, what, you haven’t heard? i’m bringing it back to the words
in a room with a thesaurus – do not disturb
but if you got the herb i would prefer that you would share it
paper – i learn from it and burn it, i can bear it

- pat battle

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