Ultimate Fist Chess Boxing
Ultimate Fist Style
(Chorus)
Mathematics,
Asiatic Tactics,
Kid step back,
You about to get yo ass kicked,
Mathematics,
Asiatic Tactics,
Puttin fools in their motherfuckin' caskets. (X2)
(Verse 1)
I study lessons then take 240 courses,
Get with brothers and pool resources,
If I can't afford a caddy first I get a Tarus,
Whatever keeps money in the hands of the Moorish,
Save spare cash for the demo, call it hood investing,
street MCs I'm wreckin, Old fools I be checkin,
Gotta take it to the pro level,
I leave their ears ringin like Dre and heavy metal,
Send these doggs back to the kennel,
Records so bad, fans wouldn't even get them rental,
So po they gotta eat lentil and chicken feet,
Like my grandpa during the depression living on the street,
Make the leap, open a label, all day smoke reef,
Recruit tough MCs make the cycle complete,
Like Em signing Fifty,
Street as Biggie, make more money than Diddy,
Don't believe me? See me on TV from here to Indonesia,
Put 10,000 haters in to seizures, crown me Caesar,
When they see me they need 10 stress relievers.
(Chorus)
(Verse 2)
Back the fuck up,
Run until you're hiding with Bin Laden,
You see me comin,
Like Jason when I'm walking,
Police chalking despite youre door locking,
Head still rocking on the concrete,
Crowds heads bobbing cuz I stay street,
Perform from Stapleton to Dayton,
Denker Park concerts, never faking,
All my shows and videos will be staged in hoods and barrios,
White fans pour in sweating at all the gang signs and colors,
Calling up their bodyguards and butlers,
Middle class ones checking with their mothers,
Urkle kids scared at their own brothers,
But chill theres nothing to fear homies,
My fists so strong I'm my own security,
Just make sure when I'm on the mic you dont get near me,
Or I'll show you why these motherfuckaz fear me.
(Chorus)
(Verse 3)
Fist is forever,
Studied your records,
Ya think you so clever,
I've learned all your tricks,
Now I'm all the better,
Zap you like a laser,
Rapping like a razor,
Cut through the b/s,
This a Genghis khan conquest,
With no contests,
They study my lyrics at Princeton like Cornel West,
Still original and political they vibe me like Malcolm X,
Sampling my words on their records like they know me,
But they dont know me so they gotta show me,
That they got lyrics that a brotha can respect,
Otherwise I'll have to put'em in check.
(Chorus)
(Outro)
Eat that muthafuckaz!
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