Battleground

(Verse 1)
I'm always ready, but I still wait
I'm heavy in these rhymes that won't kill great
It's about the passion, no matter
The skill level, keep at it, I won't gather
And sit back and lounge, go fatter
I rather get up and strike, climb those ladders
Fuck how I dress; I plan to be so bad at
These lyrics, not fashion, I don't attack that
I attack and squeeze rap to its knees
And seize my spot while I'm latched, crap
I have nothing to write about, what happen?
Nothing! It's my process in rappin'
Like B. Ali, see the fact is
Everyone is different, stop these naggins!
Please translate that status
To English and see how many fucks I ravish
You don't know, I must have this
Its war on this field, that's full of traps, it's
‘Capture that moment' and hope that
Fracture that's open, just won't crack
Completely, this is how it's
Supposed to be, this is commitment to the game, switch positions
I'm afraid when I go all out
Why? Some terminates all. How?
This is competition now a days, turn into a fighter
This is it, survivor, spread the word, enter the cypher
This game's puzzled, ladies and gents, tangled cords
Pull the pen out of the stone like with Links sword
Yes, please I want you to crap doubt
On me, ‘cause, I'll have some shit to rap about
Disgusting, that's if you find me that way
Luckily, it's just a song, not a real life rap, but everyday
It gets difficult to write, “Didn't I write that yesterday?”
Then I get mocked from getting my message across, no jester, I say
I may stare at a blue wall, my thoughts are all around scattered
Like broken glass, I'm on the ground shattered
I'm puzzled, time to put the pieces where they - belong
Stick it together in this song, read what the message says

(Chorus) x2
Its war on this field, everyone battles
It's ‘cause of the feel everyone has, you'll
Want to grow with what you have
Go and run ‘til you had – enough in the battleground

(Verse 2)
I'm here to make what I want
And if anyone tells me otherwise, they can get up
And sit in their car to listen to the shit they got
Fed and made to believe, it ain't hip-hop
You think you spit like a dragon?
Guess what? That shit doesn't happen
Over night after the first time you wrote rhymes
Telling “friends” on Facebook how you might
Be murdering rappers, man there's a battleground
Filled with millions that will shoot or grapple sound
You can be that braggy stupid faggot
That thinks their tracks don't need improvement, that's where
People start to think
That this shit you say is far from ink
To the page to lay, I'm a fucking sound designer
Let me record a take of your lines and
Sync it up with a chick taking a shit
So mate, sign this sync agreement
You make me laugh, but don't even become a clown
This “profession” of yours is enough for now
You never heard of me, so call me a silent soldier
I'm a quiet guy, but have a crazy mind, when all ya
Give me crap, well I'mma give you my toilet
I saved that crap to dump over ya boy clan
I have ammo stacked; I'm prepared on this field
You come across, I'm that train that'll blow your hair or make it peel
Quicker, leaving you skinless with gmiasworld
You get knocked off your trock from a genius, girl
Don't take it serious, you'll come back for more
It depends if you click “spawn back indoors
Or outdoors”, don't bring fear to the table
This is not the place to be, they run chainsaws
Jumping over, slipping under to avoid the chains of
Death or soundwaves from these different players
This red book can be claimed as a death hook
It lays out like bait, you take it, you get took
It's a survival game and some will get shook
Don't let your rivals claim you, they're best to
Be ignored, floor their disc and wreck it
Just record, mix and master, distribute it
Show them what you can give in this business
This circus, show them clowns all this shit
And never give up, if I hate you or you hate me
We all have the passion but it's the people we take ‘cause it's

(Chorus) x2