Battle Cry (feat. Tara Lynn) - Jay Jay

Yeah, yeah yeah yeah Battle cry I've been shot by my critics Took the bout by the cynics Feel like my life's on display Like the museum exhibits Puts my life on the line Invested years in these rhymes (?) street's thirst and they need it Now hear my battle cry O-Trice, back, at it They don't wanna see him platinum They just wanna see him pratted They just wanna see him tec something (?) Get next to him So they can be the first to rat it Savage, put him in a cascet Categorize him, say Cheers was a classic That's it, as if He ain't bring the city to the masses Minus Mathers, but my name is astrous Like the (?) ain't shown them where the cash at (?) O has fucked(?), as you should Never mind a player hater, as long as you could Never change, gutter So you can downplay my name, O still the same Come on Keep going, keep going on Keep going, keep going on This my battle cry, battle cry Keep going, keep going on Keep going, keep going on This my battle cry, battle cry Waiting with patience In the dark like a vagrant Determining this circus (?) want entertainment My wings have been clipped, but now I'm ready to fly In the heavens with angels While devils wished I died O-Trice, back, at it I ain't never came whack All I ever gave's crack All I ever gave's back Ain't a human being on this earth saying opposite that You can misconstrue what he do Cuz he cruise in an automobile (?) I know how to double-up Then double platinum No matter the circus stands, see I emerge from that Used to serve the bundles, now the verse intact Used to worship onions, now I service rap The certain cat's uncertain with that They'd rather see him service, dirtnap Like I deserve them curses Like I don't speak in cursive Like I ain't got a purpose Beast of the streets Dope stay on O-Trice's person Keep going, keep going on Keep going, keep going on This my battle cry, battle cry Keep going, keep going on Keep going, keep going on This my battle cry, battle cry Keep going, keep going on Keep going, keep going on This my battle cry, battle cry BME, Obie Trice, 2011, Bottoms Up You know Some days you the dog, some days you the hydrant Gotta keep moving