Battle
Gang Starr Lyrics


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What? You wannna battle me?
Yo man, how much money you got?
What? You want to battle me?
Yo man, how much money you got?

I used to guzzle 40's, and own a beat up Caddy
Since the hood still love me, I'll turn the heat up daddy
I went from mackin' fly honies on the train
To straight relaxin' on a beach, countin' money gettin' brain
Soon as you rappers get a chance you wanna floss a lot
You buy a iced out watch because it cost a lot
Then you in the club, stylin' with dough
Profilin' with hoes that we boned, a while ago
You rookies haven't done enough laps around the track
You had one hot single, but then your album sounds whack
Son you bore me with your war stories
You ain't even do that shit, so that's just more stories
How you expect us to take you seriously?
The look in my eye punk, has got you scared of me
I'm blastin' your sons, I'm snatchin' your funds
You catch a royal ass-whoopin', you've been askin' for one

I'm bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game
What, what? We thorough to the end
Yo man, you know the drill
I'm bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game
What? You wanna battle me?
Yo man, how much money you got?

Bitch, you don't even know, the half about me
I bring it straight to your chest, ask your staff about me
I'm just a little bit older, plus a whole lot wiser
I might advise ya, or I might pulverize ya
I can visit any city, get respect in the street
While you alone in your room, shook to death of the streets
I'll take a second to speak, I keep my weapon in reach
I ain't talkin' romance but you'll get swept off your feet
I keeps a ghetto chick, that loves to blast and she peddle shit
Groupies fake moves, I get her to settle shit
You can't compare to the status right here
Legendary worldwide, we can battle right here
Listen junior, I'm a tear back your wig
This ain't TV but I'll show you what a Fear Factor is
Stop grillin' me, and all that frontin' is killin' me
You leave me no choice but to hurt your feelings G

I'm bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game
What, what? You wanna battle me?
Yo man, how much money you got?
What, what?
We thorough to the end
Yo man
You know the drill
I'm bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game
I'm bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game
We thorough to the end
I'm bout to slap rappers around
You know the drill
We thorough to the end




I'm bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game
You know the drill

Overall Meaning

In Gang Starr's song "Battle," the lyrics are essentially a rap battle directed towards other rappers who claim to be on the same level as the artist, but are not. The artist talks about how he used to live a rough life, but has now moved on and achieved success. He criticizes other rappers who are only concerned with showing off their wealth and portraying a tough image, rather than focusing on the quality of their music. The lyrics also touch on themes such as respect, fear, and perseverance.


The opening lyrics of the song immediately set the tone for a confrontational rap battle. The repeated questioning of "What? You wanna battle me?" and "Yo man, how much money you got?" show that the rapper is ready to face any challenger who tries to take him on. He then goes on to contrast his own success with the excesses of other rappers. He looks down on the flashy and superficial lifestyle that they pursue, but notes that he still commands respect due to his past struggles.


Throughout the song, Gang Starr delivers a series of witty and cutting lines that highlight his skills as a rapper. He frequently references his own experience and success, while dismissing those of others. The lyrics are delivered with a confident, authoritative tone that conveys a sense of superiority over other rappers. Overall, "Battle" is a showcase for Gang Starr's talent and a statement of his position at the top of the rap game.


Line by Line Meaning

What? You wannna battle me?
I challenge you to a battle. Do you accept?


Yo man, how much money you got?
Are you even worth my time? You better have some serious cash if you want to battle me.


I used to guzzle 40's, and own a beat up Caddy
I used to be broke and ride around in a crappy car, but now I've made it and I'm hot stuff.


Since the hood still love me, I'll turn the heat up daddy
Although I've become more successful, I haven't forgotten my roots and the love of my community motivates me to work even harder.


I went from mackin' fly honies on the train
I used to pick up cute girls on public transportation.


To straight relaxin' on a beach, countin' money gettin' brain
Now I'm chilling on a beach, counting my riches and getting head from a beautiful woman. I've come a long way.


Soon as you rappers get a chance you wanna floss a lot
As soon as you become successful, you start showing off your wealth.


You buy a iced out watch because it cost a lot
You spend a lot of money on expensive jewelry to show off your wealth.


Then you in the club, stylin' with dough
You flaunt your wealth at the club, showing off how much money you have.


Profilin' with hoes that we boned, a while ago
You hang out with women that we've already had sex with, making you seem like a wannabe.


You rookies haven't done enough laps around the track
You haven't been in the game long enough to prove yourself.


You had one hot single, but then your album sounds whack
Your first song was a hit, but the rest of your album was terrible.


Son you bore me with your war stories
Your boasting about your past experiences is dull and uninteresting to me.


You ain't even do that shit, so that's just more stories
You're lying about your past experiences and that's even more unimpressive.


How you expect us to take you seriously?
You can't expect us to respect you when you don't have any credibility.


The look in my eye punk, has got you scared of me
My intimidating presence is making you afraid of me.


I'm blastin' your sons, I'm snatchin' your funds
I'm taking down your proteges and taking your money.


You catch a royal ass-whoopin', you've been askin' for one
You're going to get your comeuppance, and you have nobody to blame but yourself.


Bitch, you don't even know, the half about me
You don't even have a clue about who I really am.


I bring it straight to your chest, ask your staff about me
I'm direct and to the point, and my reputation precedes me.


I'm just a little bit older, plus a whole lot wiser
I've gained a lot of experience and knowledge over the years, and that sets me apart from the younger rappers.


I might advise ya, or I might pulverize ya
I'm either going to give you some wise words, or I'm going to crush you.


I can visit any city, get respect in the street
No matter where I go, I command respect and admiration from the people on the street.


While you alone in your room, shook to death of the streets
You're scared to face the realities of the streets and hide in your room.


I'll take a second to speak, I keep my weapon in reach
I'm willing to talk things out, but I'm also ready to defend myself if necessary.


I ain't talkin' romance but you'll get swept off your feet
I'm not trying to be romantic, but I'll knock you off your feet if you cross me.


I keeps a ghetto chick, that loves to blast and she peddle shit
I have a woman who's from the streets and is willing to fight and sell drugs.


Groupies fake moves, I get her to settle shit
Other women might pretend to be down, but my woman will handle any issues that arise.


You can't compare to the status right here
You're nowhere near my level of success and influence.


Legendary worldwide, we can battle right here
I'm a legendary rapper known around the world. I can battle anyone right now and still come out on top.


Listen junior, I'm a tear back your wig
I'm going to humiliate you so badly that you'll literally lose your hair.


This ain't TV but I'll show you what a Fear Factor is
This isn't a reality TV show, but I'll give you a real taste of fear that you won't forget.


Stop grillin' me, and all that frontin' is killin' me
Stop interrogating me and pretending to be someone you're not. It's annoying.


You leave me no choice but to hurt your feelings G
If you keep pushing me, I'm going to have to embarrass and emotionally wound you.


I'm bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game
I'm going to dominate the rap game and physically beat down any rappers who try to challenge me.


What, what? You wanna battle me?
I repeat, I challenge you to a battle. Do you accept?


Yo man, how much money you got?
Are you even worth my time and effort? Do you have enough money to make it worth my while?


We thorough to the end
We're committed and dedicated until the very end.


You know the drill
You're familiar with the standard operating procedures.




Lyrics © CAK MUSIC PUBLISHING, INC, BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., NIKKI POO MUSIC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Samuel Barnes, Jermaine Baxter, Shalena Bratcher, Freddie Byrd, Percy Chapman, Keith Elam, Kiam Holley, Albert Johnson, Nasir Jones, Asia Louis, Chris Martin, Corey Mckay, Shawn Moltke, Ryan Montgomery, Kejuan Muchita, Jean Olivier, Marlon Williams, Asiah

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