Battle Cry UK

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 shit, 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 pussy 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 fuck 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
Fuck what you write fool, nigga you talk shit
I just laugh how you dissing each other you're all shit
Fuck 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 cock 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 fucking 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 killing sprees
I don't mean killing 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
Fuck the industry, don't be expecting a Xmas card
I'll have you stripped in glass, 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
Fuck all that fruity shit, I'm the end of the rainbow
Chain smoke rappers, kill tracks by the train load
Just gave you a quick one hundred – Usain Bolt!