Aaron Jaunty - Battle Axe (Remix) [feat. The Quaranteam]

For the TDK, just recorders
Until the tape pop, flames hot, yeah we're torching
Last time was perfect, victory was flawless
Uppercut to the spike pit for the floor hit
Nauseous, Jaunty got the groupies calling
Your girl's feeling my flow, we'll see just what you taught her
Introduce, banger and mash, still you see me
You're dapping my hand, my man; don't you think it's awkward?

Bad at raps, bat off the tap and damage tracks
Sat and relaxed, man at the back they're chatting wack
Handle my stacks, stand and attack with BattleAxe
Hungry for snacks, trust me I'm fat, no anoraks
Hold and listen, learn your position before I snap
Cold on writtens, control solar systems and Parallax
Both your sisters and mother's sisters are on my lap
Bending over shaven chocas and asses slapped

I got the illest presence, these spitters are little peasants
I'm killing these niggas dwelling, I'm personally still a legend
Verses that's in my melon are certainly flipping clever
I'm cursed to a sicker measure, worser than British weather
Flirt if the bitch is treasure but search for a missus never
Working to grip the cheddar, was birthed in a different era
Purposefully switch and sever, dispersing these writtens bredda
Burst the verbs and I'm dirty, my shit is mega

This is the remix version; Jaunty brought the team to merk it
Called me for the heat to burn it
Course yeah I'll go deep as serpents
We go in, normally won't leave like hermits
Plus we go in tight too blood, it's like we're beating virgins
The teams determined, it keeps us working, MC's are vermin
Lyrically they can't see me; I ain't a people's person
I keep it dirty, bleeps and curses; they're just clean detergents
Sanitised, have your wife, on her knees and teeth got sperm in

Bop by with my new CD, so my block's nice
Top flight, ready to explode like a blocked pipe
Spot light, hip hop poster boy like I got mics
Got Sprite, 'Number 45' with some hot rice
Duck twice, then I'm coming hard with a brock right
'Ruff Ryde' like DMX on BMX with 'nough white
'Nough lines, tighter than the grip of a locked vice
Top 5, if you're number 1, why you cup tie?

My rap arrangement will crack a pavement and slap your favourite
Smash your playlist, rap the greatest? What an accusation!
On beats you're Freddie? Well that makes me a blacker Jason
Backwards rappers slack with hatred, smash a rapper, fracture faces
They don't bother me, minorities like Blacks and Asians
I'm Beast already; you fall slow like see, confetti
You know my savage raps swing like a BattleAxe
Bring all the average cats! King; I'm down to handle that, ZING!

Written by:
Aaron Noel, Andres Albert, Ashur Lapompe, Christian Albert, Louis Dexter, Ryan Albert

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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