The Battle Cry (Instrumental)

I'll admit it, I'll admit it
I've been out there for a minute
Took my eyes off the throne while I finished
Grown on my business
Zone in the cold winter snow;
I'm a menace and I'm on ...
But my flow is the ceiling, so I'm a level above.
And I've been leveling up.
And I've just never been better, you never better than us!
I'm bout to show you your roll when I spin it.
Froze
Street Light
You're getting too arrogant...
Hold up, tell me like I care again.
Remain humble, that's how I became trouble.
but really, the same struggle brings me right back here to spend
Just a little bit mo - time.
to myself for the wealth that you won't find til you end up in that casket, finally.
So I know to let the pass/past behind me like an O-Line
Watch.
I'm Going off on a tangent.
Knew that you couldn't stand it; never gave me a cosine.
They said forget what you about to see; hold the Glock from the right angle, that's some real trigga-nometry.
so high
I know it's over your head.
I know I'm close to the ledge, I'm going over the edge.
I would drop a 100 bars to get me a loaf of bread, so what you think I'mma do if we talking numbers instead?
Ha
These days, I wish somebody would try me.
I know that ain't right, but it's just the way I'm designed, see.
I ain't really heard a diss in a minute, I guess every competition when y'all would finish behind me, made you come to your senses; ya getting sick of it finally.
And I can't leave it alone.
I just be in the zone.
I think I need me a clone to clone me a third Street for the third week in a row
And firstly, I defer to confirm that there's 9 people.
The fourth and the third serving their purpose of fighting evil.
The fifth and second be my assistants and fix weapons which 6, 7 and 8 just break when they get reckless
Haven't given them names, ashamed; a big section of things I didn't get to explain.
The mixed message I sent to the 5th told him dispense of the pen necklace intended for tenth.
He didn't -- then he gives it to 2nd
2nd creates tenth, the literal X weapon, visual specs, built a little bit excessive.
Only got 3 goals.
One to defeat 4.
After terminating 8, right before he kills 7th
9 and 5 both put in work, but they're hit.
Strategic defense.
Me?
I'm keeping 6 protected.
I blast two shots to blast two and pop ten in half too up out of his ten and a half shoe
With 6 hurt.
I seen him die from his wound
I'm still looking for bodies, somebody here in this room just passed out.
And what you mean what happened to third?
That was first on the flo, who you think finished this verse?
Hi, Damien Page.
I see you Robin us, you think you Damian Wayne?
Maybe display something other than crazy insane?
Keep the cash, you're trash boy.
Could you pay me in pain?
That melodramatic garbage is bout as soft as yo name switch...
Let em gas you up on the internet, who you hang with?
WHERE THEY AT DOE?
ha.
Beef with me, you won't believe that we speaking the same language
I should quit it, I should quit it.
They asking me how I do it.
They wanna know how I did it.
I keep it about the music and only bout how I'm living.
And know you gotta be stupid to think the sky is the limit
I know it's getting confusing but with the style I invented, it's better for me to use it than sitting round and pretending like I ain't getting abusive with all the lines I'm producing and shooting through ya computer I do it like I intended
You're foolish, you're not intuitive.
You're a 2, I'm a 10.
And a tenant up in the booth while you hula-hoop with your friends.
You really a child to me, this what I do to a kid- Just hit em with *shoryuken*.
bet I do it again.
Breh
I don't know when I got so lethal.
When I realized youtube not gon feed you?
And I prolly need to but can't stop.
Or when I knew the people that I name drop not gone beat you?
...
You ever feel like you know you know you got it?
Watching everybody scramble.
I'm throwing from the pocket.
Got me out here like I'm Rambo.
You going for the option, but going against a line of mine, it's on and popping

I feel like if I say that I kill mics, I'm being a cliche, okay but I still might. ...
okay, I kill mics but at least I cast lines.
I'm living that reel life--

Hot as the bottom of cast irons my favorite pass-time and flow like a steel pipe...
I think that's why hate me, though.
I turn on the radio and listen like this isn't real life.
At the same time, watching all my homies fall off.
It's a problem, so I check em and tell em it's "y'all ball".
It's what you do with the music, you slept when I lost all, in 2011 you said you down for the long haul.
I tried to help De
Lazoo.
I guess the boy didn't want it, even Selah who I still got love for.
But I'm on my braggadocio, shoutout to OVO and Jay Rock, too
So when they pass you the AUX in the whip.
Here's a 100 bars you can startle em with.
Going full blown crazy, they all wanna hate me, remember this you ever think of starting to trip