Battle Creek Brawl Lyrics[Verse 1]
(Q-Roc)
Kamikaze on the rampage, I wreck the damn stage
Rebel rocks well tears the speaker from its cage
Lyrical wizard reigns supreme in the depths of hell
Vocals sell, I repel, then excel
(Doomsday Warrior) rappers I obliterate
Rix terminate, fling down a Gunshot dub-plate
Agitate, rotate, gyrate, set the anti-skate
Serve the sucker who dares pass the first gate
(MC Mercury)
While cutting them down I stand and beckon the next man
To come and take on the long lips vibrating strong
And torn, Whence born I sworn to
Protect as protectorate the hardcore spawned
Activate my jaw, spew forth a roar
Bring down the doors for the apostle of Gunshot laws
Like a flare, or better yet a pistol or whistle
To summon my def-rhyming missile
Battle Creek Brawl
[Verse 2]
(Q-Roc)
Classed as a minority, treated as a reject
If I sold my soul to the charts, would I get respect?
Many redeem when they hear the theme
The rappers stray, and break down their pipe-dream
Slice records like a grater
Easy on the cut, set fire to the fader
Praise the wheels of steel, the lightning's white
Q-Roc rhymes hardcore, controlled by gamma light
(MC Alkaline)
There upon the mic I rap and chat, and chat upon the mic I do that
That was just a warning to you, I warn you'd better step back
So just come and hear my style of rap a-tat-tat
Before you sit on top of the rhythm, on top of the rhythm I have sat
(Come make a start), the Alkaline, lyrical art, it's just a part
But a part of this or a part of what the "d" the "danny hart"
But a razor, I'm sharper than that
This is no tic or tac, I just chat upon the mic chat
This is my symphony, my lick back, but a ever ready come back
To chat upon the mic some people say this MC a no new jack
I am the one, don't bother take it for fun, son
The Alkaline the MC Alkaline I just run come
Battle Creek Brawl
[Verse 3]
(MC Mercury)
The writing on the wall, read it out for you and all
Heed my call and proceed to fall, (in)
The mythical character of your dreams
Bless the father the son, and the holy Gunshot team
Ease please, freeze while I check my speed
Hands bound and tied but now released
I'm coming through, fortified camps and you
Raps are raw, poisonous, my manner is rude
The highs are high, but the lows are low
Adversity shows in my face but I still overpower and flow
(Demo), was the first phase
But here's a demo of demolition nurtured in the second stage
Espionage, fully charged, I'm camoflaged
To run with the wind and win with the team and use the mic to rass
Inject a style, projectile the wild
Incriminate your evidence to get me on trial
(MC Alkaline)
Check me come loco, the loco so parra
Sit on top of the rhythm with a style that is no go
No go is this side, for this side or which side
Jack it up rewind, there upon the mic I slide
Some of them come to test, some lose but they came back
Others still did that and fell back with impact
The force, give them a blithe, cause they're a fraud
In other words a dibby man (Alkaline's the lord)
(Q-Roc)
The Gunshot 12, we call it (Battle Creek Brawl)
United we stand, divided I stand tall
Undercover, satanic terror
Smoker of the microphone, causing a rap error
Hanging tough. rugged and rough, my life is raw
Declared war when Gunshot was on tour
(Toe to toe), the mic's strapped to my hip
The vocal chords of Q-Roc and this rock is metamorphic
Metamorphosis, what do you think of this?
(It's crisp) some people ignore this
Controller of the microphone, watch the mic ignite
Use it to rass the power of a spectra-knight
(slay), break, stray
Gunshot reigns supreme (flex) in battle creek brawl
The scratch ricochet wrecks, rotates and apex
I break necks, come correct with a flex
The solar- warriors with a scarf around their necks
With DJ Rix on the flight-deck...
White Child Rix
