Genesis Elijah - Battle Cry UK lyrics

First of all, shouts to Ortiz and Audible All of the UK stand up like you've just been ordered to Genesis the General, at ease, let me talk to you Haters check my middle finger, it's all in support of you It's my time, I ain't really got any more to lose On many tracks, leave the studio; we call it Waterloo You ain't a balla, who you talking to? You're full of sh**, and you ain't never been flushed You're a Portaloo Your style's diluted; orange squash Watered down If Hip Hop's dead then I'm dragging it's dead corpse around You'd swear my name was on the pavement how I walk around You broke rappers got no credit; how could you call me out? It's unfair to compare me with all these clowns I trap them in the circus tent before I torch it down I'm old school, I sell quarters for forty pounds Warring me is suicide and I ain't trying to talk you down Please jump, I'll be waiting at the bottom Put your body in a body bag, weighted at the bottom Throw it in the Thames, have you sailing to the bottom Or leave it in your place until the neighbours smell the rotten It's the road rage creator Wait, have you forgotten?! Juggernaut on stage so there's no way that you could stop him Astronaut in space, you need a telescope to spot him I stopped moving weight after weighing up my options Let's break the ice mate They call me Genesis Elijah My government name's Nathaniel Bygrade This world's trying to crack me but I've got my ice skates Why? Cause Hell'll freeze over before I break Straight to the point, never talk sideways Might answer with a blades cause I don't talk primate Right great, blaze mics from here to the Tri-State Try playing mind games I'll raise up the crime rate You know my flow's heavier than sumo Nicer than Lucy Lu but uglier than Su-Bo Move around the globe, I'm anywhere they do shows Pocket bulging: money notes; dollars, yens and euros Too old for funny games, front, but let you dudes know My goons get the last laugh My lawyers find the loopholes Remember me from high street? Might have moved a few Os Wrapped through this speedy noodles when it got too cold I've verified these guys are living lies Get inside the booth then rhyme a different life Might see the same day but we rise at different times Might walk the same road but I'm on a different side That boy's p**y but always quick to hype Tell him I put son down early like winter nights Talking about you're ride or die, that isn't right You ain't been on no rides so why are you still alive? Check my back catalog, there's nothing you can rival You're staring at the bullet through the barrel of a rifle Poking at the trigger son, you're bound to get an eyeful Powerful on tracks, my vocals tower like the Eiffel It feels great being me, why the f** would I do it like you? In high school took out pupils like Stevie's eyeballs Nothing for me to fight through When I'm done they'll cover this kid's face with a blanket Nothing to do with Michael f** what you write fool, n***a you talk sh** I just laugh how you dissing each other you're all sh** f** the gun talk, you're Jay Z's face; all lip Rock the bells, man I'm LL God with a pool stick Spit off the ball pit I'm a Glock with a full clip Got a big co*k and bollocks I prop with a fork lift So hot I record this in a bottomless war spit If it's off of the top, I lick off your top like a four fifth That's my 64th bar, got another three six You got chill barred, I got a f**ing fortress I ain't trying to share hard dough I'm cutting door steps Been here before but was talking, we only got four left You don't get that rappers don't talk like you're a war vet You ain't never worn a vest, you ain't left 6th Form yet You can't talk rap, you ain't been informed yet You still got a soft spot, your head top ain't even formed yet Nobody born yet can match my ability Silly I don't do rap battles, I do k**ing sprees I don't mean k**ing beats If I don't make the DJs who get UK mixtape Then it loses credibility I'm in a different league, process info at a different speed Than most, I'm coasting, pick a beach We can go head to head fam, pick a beat I'll take your head off your shoulders And post it to your missus B If I ever leave the game you'll be missing me Left before, came back and I didn't miss a beat Heard some dickhead speaking bollocks like I missed my peak I didn't even reply man, I just kissed my teeth You can kiss my arse, I look at all you pricks and laugh f** the industry, don't be expecting a Xmas card I'll have you stripped in gla**, each bar's a pistol blast Of course I'm the last man standing; I was built to last Last year I used to email DJs heat, and get no reply Man where was the common decency? Now they see me in the street and wanna speak to me Cause my stock is rising like childhood obesity They see my flock of followers and act sheepishly Because they know me reaching the top has already been foreseen When you're living the life you want, there's no need for dreams Your life's a nightmare, you drink, try deleting scenes Insane with an insane flow They know I'm the next to blow f** all that fruity sh**, I'm the end of the rainbow Chain smoke rappers, k** tracks by the train load Just gave you a quick one hundred – Usain Bolt!