Lyrics

[Intro] Oh, let's get ready to rumble! [Verse 1] Round 1, set it off Set it straight and let it resonate Shake it with the heavy weight Boom, let it detonate Shake it up, take it up, bring it up another notch Rise as the other watch Gotta-gotta get ya Got ya goin'-goin' gone Flowin'-flowin' on down to the last Of the stop with the [?] bomb Boomin', steppin' to a new improved fluid Funky flow for [?] of those And hundreds of mine That give this a go Off to the [?] on many places And freezes to death No traces were left Erase with the bass clef I step to the baddest And had his status, had his ass My rhymin' after writing is [?] Got his ass trippin', flippin', slippin' Taking a steady whippin' Buggin' and doing nothing But digging the hole I dug 'em The lyrical jazz is up Lyrical uppercuts The beats that beat 'em down Only to hook 'em up [Chorus] [Verse 2] Round 2, out-damage an amateur Who thinks he can rap 'Cause he's taking advantage of The industry's backwoods Except it's intolerance of the minimal skill level The lyrics they're kickin' is turning Them into real devils Fightin', shootin', killin' Smokin', drinkin', chillin' Nobody's elevating Nobody's even willing to rise above this They just wanna get high, drug-tonic And chronic, ironic That's for the low-life The pitching for picture perfect Powerful prototype From pagan to paganism Forming a photo-like negative metaphor And I'm like a snapshot I'mma sic my competitor Develop, my rap's got the life of the dark room My lyrics - photogenic As soon I drop, boom! The visual lyric planning The lyrics are sticky, move Dance until the end We re-box moves and here comes the hook again [Chorus + Bridge] [Verse 3] Round 3! I'm the villain, the [?] Ravel the bad guy Even chilling I'm nothing friendly Yet [?] You wanna do me, step to me But truly you should just pass by This [?] you're asking for trouble Come on up [?] guy Don't knuck up the man, the one Yeah, I ain't the one, kid Don't come with no hands, no guns 'cause rhymes come with toxins My lyrical boxes knocking out all of that The Uzi, the MAC, the TEC, 9 milli, or the gat You got no wins here And I'm being sincere The rap ring is my thing, I'm king Don't even go in there A scheduled 12-rounder usually won't Go the distance On the red time to 12 [?] Unanimous is the decision The eaten, beaten, outclassed Totally dominated The first mistake made? Believe me, your mama made it 'cause she gave birth to the fool That would crumble so there's that Get ready to rumble! [Outro]