Obie Trice - Battle Cry lyrics

[Intro: Adrian Rezza] Yeah, yeah yeah yeah Battle cry I've been shot by my critics Talked about 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 The street's thirst and they need it Now hear my battle cry [Verse 1: Obie Trice] O-Trice, back, at it They don't wanna see him platinum They just wanna see him brraaatted They just wanna see him tec something Kwame Kilpatrick 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 cla**ic That's it, as if He ain't bring the city to the ma**es Minus Mathers, by my name is a asterisk Like the craft ain't shown them where the cash at Like my past, so I half step Like I ain't work the bag on the ave I swear they a** backwards Let them put a n***a in the trash O has fought, as you should Never mind a player hater, as long as you good Never change, gutter So you can downplay my name, O still the same Come on [Hook: Adrian Rezza x2] Keep going, keep going on Keep going, keep going on This my battle cry, battle cry I've been waiting with patience In the dark like a vagrant Determining this circus The fans want entertainment My wings have been clipped, but now I'm ready to fly In the heavens with angels While devils wished I died [Verse 2: Obie Trice] 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 say opposite that You can misconstrue what he do Cuz he cruise in an automobile or two I know how to trap I know how to double-up Been doubled-back 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 There's certain cats uncertain with that Rather see him serve his dirt nap 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 [Hook: Adrian Rezza x3] [Outro: Obie Trice] BME, Obie Trice, 2011, Bottoms Up You know Some days you the dog, some days you the hydrant Gotta keep moving