Battle Me

Where there's a will there's a way, no? Where there's Will there's Jada

I catch then PISS in the face of a hater

Congratulate us at afterparties in heaven

Thank God my intro was peace to the 7's, let's go!

[Chorus: singers]

Battle me, so you can see

How I blast flows, so easily

Battle me, so you can see

How I blast flows, so easily

[C-Rayz Walz]

I'm the foul author of styles out of order

I got skills, I could drown you with a cup of water

So don't waste my time with stupid questions like, "Aiyyo you rhyme?"

You don't need to hear my verse, you got enough on your mind

You work for WHO, so?! I don't wanna get signed

My shadow's chasin me, basically, I'm ahead of my time

Tryin to get this green out the heat like spinach rolls

So don't make me put 6 in your Kevin Cole

Yo Walz they hollerin at you - in a minute yo!

Tryin to score points with the right hooks like Riddick Bowe

Battle me - don't challenge me with them simple styles

I'll have your crew sayin WHO like some Temple Owls

I'm like John Stockton, I don't even have to score

I just make the game better, by bein out there on the floor

So when you ice grill me, instead of breakin your jaw

I think FIREBALLS in your face like a young Drew Barrymore, c'mon!

[Chorus]

[C-Rayz Walz]

Verses like these be bullets that speed and rush

While you the type to audition, for "Eden's Crush"

I have a group but they was like - he's enough

Okay, I see the truth, y'all don't believe in us?

I'll be the proof, real MC's succeed and plus

I'm comin through ya hood bumpin goods in the Jesus truck

You squeezin bucks? Well you probably poppin a buck

I hope you catch +Bucks+ like Milwaukee, what?

Too much players in the game, make it hard to believe

When I got the ball yo follow me like a 3-man weave

Might go out to Tahoe, the regime was green

And I cut the iron off, y'all thought I lost some steam

You SOFT! I'm not the type to force my dream

Of course I floss V.I.P. without no cream

Yo I got more lines than double dutch tournaments in Harlem

And if I ain't on your roster, your label got problems - battle me!

[Chorus]

[C-Rayz Walz]

Never been to Me-xi-co, but got ki's from medico

Deep sea flow, peep my notes with periscopes

Police think I pump perrico, that's for petty folks

Who don't know the science of the walk with the blade in his throat

Still strugglin but I'm bubblin to make it clearer

I ain't seein myself - in a house of mirrors

Times is good, but your moms is still in the hood

Stay on my tip and get splinters in ya lip from bitin the wood

I'm not Santa's helper, I'm not rappin for free

Next time you step to C, I'm clappin ya feet

Psycho visions, I hear voices, listen (STOP CALLING ME)

I feel like the Geico Lizard

Aiyyo I'm spittin for real, gotta love that kid

"AIYYO C-RAYZ WALZ, MAN I LOVE THAT KID"

If you're fly the sky flyin, for real

I'm one of those things you could die tryin, BUCK, if you battle me

[Chorus]

[singers]

So easy for me

So easy for me

It's so easy, for me

People always tryin to step, sayin they are the best

But watch me break them down, that they must confess

It's so easy for me, oh ohh ohh

So easy for me, oh ohh ohh ohh