Battle Cry - Obie Trice, Obie Trice feat. Adrian Rezza

I’ve been shot by my critics

Took the bout 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

street’s thirst and they need it

Now hear my battle cry

O-Trice, back, at it

They don’t wanna see him platinum

They just wanna see him pratted

They just wanna see him tec something

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 classic

That’s it, as if

He ain’t bring the city to the masses

Minus Mathers, but my name is astrous

Like the ain’t shown them where the cash at

O has fucked, as you should

Never mind a player hater, as long as you could

Never change, gutter

So you can downplay my name, O still the same

Come on

Keep going, keep going on

Keep going, keep going on

This my battle cry, battle cry

Waiting with patience

In the dark like a vagrant

Determining this circus

want entertainment

My wings have been clipped, but now I’m ready to fly

In the heavens with angels

While devils wished I died

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 saying opposite that

You can misconstrue what he do

Cuz he cruise in an automobile

I know how to double-up

Then double platinum

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

The certain cat’s uncertain with that

They’d rather see him service, dirtnap

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

Keep going, keep going on

Keep going, keep going on

This my battle cry, battle cry

BME, Obie Trice, 2011, Bottoms Up

You know

Some days you the dog, some days you the hydrant

Gotta keep moving