Wiley - Therapy Battling (War Dub) lyrics

Some tell me I'm a one hit wonder They don't like me, no wonder Cuz I've been a part of two number ones, and a number two And never chart places that I conjured up I am over, also I am under Ground level I vote but not thunder, [?] At this age I've mastered my flow I keep it so tight and my style don't blunder! William's not a tit fake like silicone I run up in your house for the O's like, "gimme 'em," Ghetts don't want it with a king from the east side Don't want it with a king from Meridian P Money couldn't k** him off, I'll finish him Goodz is a gra** cold case, he's bringin' em [?] Man wanna get the title I got But I go through the battles and spitters ain't winnin' em Logan, please tell Ghetts I'm a don for him Cuz he don't speak up now it's on for him He's not on the panel, know that I'm never gonna be so what's gone wrong for him? It's a fact you're the shadow I came to If you ever get an arrow and aim you're gonna miss it Don't mind me, my name's here, diss it Cuz I come back and reply, then I k** it Why? I'm winning, did from the beginning I coulda made money in the days of the shilling I see a man spittin' bars to a predator dude In the video, what's wrong with him? It's the wrong path, it's the wrong riddim It's the wrong everything, I ain't kiddin' You look high in the vid like you're pillin' And next you'll be spittin' a bar on loose women I'm way too fiery Took out your crew entirely Where are they now? Inspire me I can see em, but they ain't with you sh**'s real I ain't hatin' you, I'm just Kylea You're riley [?] k** a soundboy right now so th'wall them fans admire me [?] Which wuss 'a boi wan test me? [?] Check out the date and it's like dem 'a reach expiry! Yo, on the battlefield I am not a griever Got a heart in my chest cold like a freezer Go to war, no money in the pocket It's not about dough; cah I'm still a big achiever They can be Ghetts, Rotten, Goodz, Double; I still know I'm gonna defeat ya, cuz after war you bred before war [?] You think I just do it cuz I smoke the reefer [?] Who's gone pop now, follow my footsteps Eskimo still dances around Better mind them tunes, don't spoil on the hood rep I knew you would part with the sound [?] So all of your talk was gas, but a good step I still rate ya kid, you're not a clown But next time think before you get leery Cuz Dot Rotten I'll spin you around, tell em I'm in the battle, and I battle to win win You hear me spittin' lyrics, I ain't copying him him Blue no tight, yeah I'm stackin' the pink pink [?] Bars come for him when I'm sippin' my drink drink More grime though and you're lackin' an imprint You said a silly thing, get rid of the shin splints I ain't gotta care what a next of kin thinks I won't see 'em all, I have best of shindig [?] When I'm winnin I win big, gospel One track mind like I'm living in a hostel You can be hostile, look at where it got you Sing this songs like three, it's a pop tune [?] I do pop too, so you're not alone bro But this year I am gonna go solo Next year you man are gonna follow me again When I grow more buds; I'm home grown talent You man are just scared and I know so Don't be though, Goodz chats to the po-po In his mind, bare thoughts of a bozo [?] Tired face breddeh when I look into the photo Catch him, puffin on the firework snow-cone Yes, and it's got man in a choke hold I feel young, but I'm so old I know I got better songs in my old rope You've got no hope, I'm the king here Tell a man that's not gangster like sincere I've been a king ever since any one of you have been here Ghetts be the best emcee, you've got more chance of seeing a man with pink hair That's not a reality so I sit clear And imagine who is And in a flash, fam, it's clear I am the one who had a sh** year Still got on the list with no wrist wear No new wave, I didn't do sh** Still taught you a lesson in music Coulda done 10 minutes with my eyes closed Keep on chattin' like a psycho Too much to say on the riddim When you leave this battle, you leave with no title Why am I fightin' for survival? When I'm this good at what I do, no rivals I got a skank in this tribal market in viral I've been on a ten year cycle No play ting I spray venom on the vinyl [?] 1210 spinnin' in a pattern never spiral This year I'm gonna go pop But I don't mean idol Local, anywhere I go I get headline I get it done and it's way before deadlines Get it right, you are never gonna block me I search for the dirt in your hair like a head lice No kiddin', no breddin' You can't reach on the level What, you're doin' *my* head in? I wanna hold back, 'low them really And then tomorrow it's like, Wiley, get him