Battle
Gangstarr Lyrics


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What you wanna battle me?
Yo man, how much money you got?
What you wanna 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 turn the heat up, daddy
I went to mackin fly honies on the train
To straight relaxin on the beach countin money gettin brains

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 ho's 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 blasting your sons, I'm snatching your funds
You get your royal ass-whooping, you been asking for one

About to slap rappers around, bruise the game
Be thorough to the end
You man feel the drill
About to slap rappers around, 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 pulverise ya

I can visit any city, get respect in the streets
While you're alone in your room, scared to death of the streets
I 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 this ghetto chick that loves to blast that metal shit
Groupies fake moves I get her to settle shit
You can't compare to this status right here
Legendary worldwide, we can battle right here

Listen junior, I'ma 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 killing me
You leave me no choice but to hurt your feelings, G

About to slap rappers around, bruise the game
Be thorough to the end
You man feel the drill
About to slap rappers around, bruise the game




What you wanna battle me?
Yo man how much money you got?

Overall Meaning

In Gangstarr's song "Battle," the lyrics are essentially a challenge to other rappers to prove their worth. The song opens with the question "What you wanna battle me? Yo man, how much money you got?" indicating that the writer sees the concept of rap battles as a form of competition where the stakes are high, and the winner takes all. The lyrics then go on to describe the writer's own background, their success and their experience in the rap game, contrasting it with the rookies who are trying hard to fit in.


Gangstarr's lyrics in "Battle" are a commentary on the current state of rap and the trend of flashy, often inauthentic rappers who try to fit in by buying expensive jewelry and cars. The writer's harsh words about these rappers are meant to call them out, challenging them to prove their worth instead of hiding behind material possessions.


The final stanza is the climax of the song where the writer demonstrates their confidence stating their experience, ability to gain respect and dominate the streets and putting the challenge out there that they'll battle anyone, anywhere.


Overall, the lyrics in "Battle" target the essence of rap, where the authenticity and ability to out-rhyme, outwit and outlast another rapper is what matters. The message is for every rapper to earn their place at the top: to be respected through true hip hop skills.


Line by Line Meaning

What you wanna battle me?
The artist challenges his opponents to a rap battle.


Yo man, how much money you got?
The artist calls out rappers who flaunt their wealth and success but lack talent.


I used to guzzle 40's and own a beat-up Caddy
The artist reminisces about his humble beginnings and how he has evolved since then.


Since the hood still love me I turn the heat up, daddy
The artist feels appreciated by his community and uses this as motivation to continue improving his craft.


I went to mackin fly honies on the train
The artist describes his previous activities of flirting with attractive women while riding the train.


To straight relaxin on the beach countin money gettin brains
The artist contrasts his past activities with his current lifestyle of lounging on the beach while enjoying his wealth and receiving oral sex.


Soon as you rappers get a chance you wanna floss a lot
The artist criticizes the tendency of inexperienced rappers to show off their material possessions.


You buy a iced-out watch because it cost a lot
The artist mocks rappers who prioritize buying expensive accessories over improving their musical abilities.


Then you in the club stylin with dough
The artist ridicules rappers who waste their money on nightclub appearances rather than investing in their careers.


Profilin' with ho's we boned a while ago
The artist recalls the empty encounters he and other rappers have had with groupies and how they continuously recycle the same women.


You rookies haven't done enough laps around the track
The artist argues that new rappers are not experienced enough in the game to challenge him.


You had one hot single but then your album sounds whack
The artist criticizes rappers who gain success through a single hit but are unable to maintain the same level of quality throughout an entire album.


Son, you bore me with your war stories
The artist sees a lack of authenticity in rappers who try to convey a rough lifestyle in their music but have not actually lived it.


You ain't even do that shit, so that's just more stories
The artist believes that certain rappers make up or exaggerate their experiences to create a persona for themselves.


How you expect us to take you seriously
The artist questions how anyone can believe the stories and image projected by certain rappers.


The look in my eye, punk, has got you scared of me
The artist exudes confidence and intimidation towards those who dare to challenge him.


I'm blasting your sons, I'm snatching your funds
The artist threatens to end the careers and financial success of his opponents.


You get your royal ass-whooping, you been asking for one
The artist claims that those who challenge him are inviting the eventual defeat they will face.


Bitch, you don't even know the half about me
The artist asserts that his opponents cannot fully comprehend the extent of his experience and talent.


I bring it straight to your chest, ask your staff about me
The artist is confident in his ability to confront and beat his opponents, as evidenced by his reputation among others in the industry.


I'm just a little bit older, plus a whole lot wiser
The artist acknowledges his age and the knowledge and experience that have come with it.


I might advise ya or I might pulverise ya
The artist warns that he is not afraid to offer guidance to those who need it or to completely dominate in a battle.


I can visit any city, get respect in the streets
The artist boasts that he is respected in every community he visits, demonstrating his widespread influence and reputation.


While you're alone in your room, scared to death of the streets
The artist implies that some rappers who seem confident on record are actually not as fearless in reality.


I take a second to speak, I keep my weapon in reach
The artist always stays prepared in case an altercation breaks out and is ready to defend himself if necessary.


I ain't talkin romance but you'll get swept off your feet
The artist jokes that he will not woo his opponents, but rather knock them off their feet with his skill and dominance.


I keeps this ghetto chick that loves to blast that metal shit
The artist describes his female companion, who is tough and enjoys aggressive music.


Groupies fake moves I get her to settle shit
The artist claims that he can effectively mediate conflicts among his groupies and prevent unnecessary drama.


You can't compare to this status right here
The artist believes that his reputation and accomplishments are unmatched by any of his challengers.


Legendary worldwide, we can battle right here
The artist asserts that he is known and respected globally and is ready to take on any challenger, wherever they may be from.


Listen junior, I'ma tear back your wig
The artist belittles his opponents, implying that they are inexperienced and therefore easy to defeat.


This ain't TV but I'll show you what a Fear Factor is
The artist taunts his opponents, comparing their battle to the intense competitions on the reality show Fear Factor.


Stop grillin me and all that frontin is killing me
The artist is tired of having to prove himself and correct misconceptions about his abilities.


You leave me no choice but to hurt your feelings, G
The artist is ready to psychologically and emotionally harm his opponents in order to succeed in a battle.


About to slap rappers around, bruise the game
The artist is ready to disrupt and dominate the rap industry with his skills.


Be thorough to the end
The artist is determined to see his success through.


You man feel the drill
The artist warns that his opponents will feel the impact of his dominance.




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