U must b sick of this battle tht ur loosin' in, coz ur reducing in producin' win's ur still messin about lyka hooligan copyin my style, ur lookin just like a fool agen
the way this lama is flowin in this game betta get sum de-fence for ur membrane, dnt mind if i lay the claim, Its bait ur ashamed, uve failed. Just blame ur lame attempt unable to set this chick aflame ive stamped u out, before uve lit heard u shout and uve thrown a fit bruv, just learn to quit, coz im blazin it
faster then the price of petrol, im risin' quit disguising it J my uprising is surprising, u know ur shocked, but it aint in my control jaanwar if u aint been already told ill knock u out bruv steady an’ cold beware now coz my lyrics have just BEGUN to unfold
J its time to let go of everything bottled inside coz ima girl soldier and will neva subside aint gna lie, i'll confide, its parta my pride, u can decide to hide or we can take this battle outside, worldwide, or ill come down to where u reside i mean, whats a little thing like a continental divide?
Gimmie crap tho and ima return the favour ill kill u slow ape, make u taste the flavour leave u tryna let off a quaver, finding somone to save ya! this is a freakin' promise an' its not a threat, im on a rise still bruv cause u ain' caught me yet ur lyk a breathless fish, caught up in my net, breakin out in a cold sweat, as im reeling u in gettin' all dizzy as u begin to spin. I aint no rapper but u dont know where ive been so for now ape ima just take it on the chin
Your constant whining and yelping is kind'a amusing
It aint your fault, its the lyrical weapons that I'm using
So you say I'm sick of the battle that I'm losing?
Hell it aint no battle, not the right words you're choosing
It was somewhat interesting, right when we started, llama
Then you got shook up, started acting all retarded, llama
What started off as a battle has now turned into a funny scene
Where one cheeky llama is being kicked around by the mean machine
The 'chick', thick as a half-done brick, I aint tryin' to set aflame
J be chillin', lyrics makin' you sick, stayin' right in the fame frame
Kickin' butt, takin' names, and winnin' the game
Now tell me lil llama, aint that quite a shame?
Yet you callin' it a battle, that's total-ly lame!
"Price of petrol", now says the cheeky lass
Its the rap game honey, not your economics class
You think you're nailin' it, using these business terms
Hell, whats next? statistics from accounting firms?
Our lil 'soldier' girl, struggling to regain her lost pride
"Never subside"? gettin' kicked in the backside, totally cockeyed
Speakin' of killing me slow, you're movin' straight to your suicide
You're a wise kid, I must say, makin' promises and no threat
For your own good, lil one, pay respect and you won't fret
The J will watch and wait, until you are done and make a u-turn
Tryin' to mess with the master, when you submit you will learn
Rappin' and dissin', a skill that you're missin', join the J's entourage
Tryin' to battle the J, with lyrics totally gay, go practice in my garage
With the master, you aint goin' faster, you gotta learn the art
Take the bids, play with the new kids, thats the point for you to start
Now take my advice, I'm being nice, and bow down and pray
Pray that you learn the skills one day, and get to roll with the J