Murs - The Battle lyrics

[Sample] You have lost the battle baby [Verse 1] Your story will end before it begins I throw your demo CD on the floor of my Benz I got 4 girlfriends, 1 ex and 2 main chicks Trip cause they all fell in love with the same dick The same Nick who used to drop bars at lunchtime Laughed his dumb a** to the bank with all these punchlines A frontline pressing out these ho n***as Throwing up their gang signs and I'm like, "So, n***a?" A k**er who ain't never had a fight in his whole life You n***as ain't getting at me, or no 9th Look at me man, I swear I'm back on it If she bad but her titties sag put some racks on it Gotta give the game a lift with some gangsta sh** Only backpack n***a used to hang with crips Few of us made it out making major chips Now the only time I see them is on the Vegas Strip Then what we did, got out the hood because we had to My homie in a three piece suit, he might stab you I'm tattooed, so the hood forever with me n***as talking all that sh**, but they never come and get me I'm blind though, I'm blind though, they talk the talk But when they come to my city they can't walk where I walk I'm at King Taco with a fly Ecuadorian Exquisitely exotic man, I'm so California, damn! And I miss Sean Price Body the beat in Brooklyn, put that b**h on ice Been nasty with these nouns since Nick at night The homie Pat played the track, now it's Nick on 9th Government names, we in love with the game Y'all n***as can't progress, cause you f**ing with lames Homie this mere city, only thing that I bang From the Legends out to Strange, that ain't never gonna change I'm dolo, mobbing to the store off in Meddlebrook Tattoos showing and a n***a better never look You pay them goons so that you could act hard I don't need security guard, I got God No weapon formed against me, I should fear no man If it ain't the Wu-Tang, I should fear no clan I rip the white sheet of the redneck Republican It's Zulu sh**, y'all don't wanna f** with us again Just play the beat, let the motherf**ing record spin It's Murs and 9th Wonder and we back to f** it up again So play the beat, let the motherf**ing record spin It's Murs and 9th Wonder and we back to f** it up again