survivor, yeah Gotta watch er' move 'cause them eyes be on you Gotta drive real cool when them pies be on you Just because we stack paper and we ball outrageous Them
m left with my tears on the floor I wait for my heart to mend, But you keep tearing a hole Inside, I'm so lost, In the middle of my heart It's a battlefield
like a nigga got caught Well it's all about his mo thug music Put my name in your mouth and a nigga gon' do you Who the fuck them niggas tryin' to play
I still can't believe Some of them things that I've seen with my own eyes Weak niggas frontin' like the strong guys fuckin' with them Bone guys Nigga
himself in the pit of Angband Evil jewels of his mind took a shape Great wyrms were born When it storms look up to the sky To the battlefields those
part time spouse I just burn her brains, get them thangs, throw em' in her house I was out the frame, movin cane, runnin in and out When them people came
's dollar party, getting into shit And late nights, shoulda been in bed Instead, I was running 'round with them downtown lemon heads A little man, hanging where them
the limit tho', that's what it is That's right, tho', just some real shit Yo, I can a die for the prophets and I'll die for the Lord On the battlefield
to make their status clear Get us out of here We need heroes, build them Don?t put your fist up, fill them With our hopes, with our hearts and our hands
[Max B:] (And dem livin' in a danger zone) Max Biggavel' (in the battlefield) Fench Montana Coke Wave Let's sing to the people, yeah [Chorus] [Max B:]
Sugarhill, Fatback, Run-D.M.C., EPMD Fat Boys, Redhead Kingpin, Cool C And my man Kurtis Blow, yo The battlefield, the synonym call it the wax The recording
! (Behind enemy lines) It's - It's the Chaos Theory (it's about time for you and your empire to die) (4x) The Chaos Theory! When the smoke clears from out the battlefield
yellin please don't act like that, WATCH OUT As i walk to the valley of the shadows of Parkway them point, no play, i can say them keep them hangin smoke nor fiend, then tell them
me, niggas, yeah, y'all scared of me Bitch talkin' shit, you and ya bitch, I ain't afraid of ya I'm hustlin' got them ballers Niggas we smokin' them
you could do today tell somebody you love'em nigga tell somebody you love'em nigga (yea, yea) It was a long hard struggle my life been a battlefield,
had aplenty And they slept beneath the stars The people were contented And the gods watched from afar But the winter fell upon them And it caught them
won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah You don't wanna fuck with me Got the police bustin' at me But they can't do nuttin' to the G So many battlefield
I doubt it Hit you up wit heated flames [Chorus] On my moma I'm a bring you drama if you pick before dishonor in the battlefield Nigga we'll put them
