You on the ropes son, got you stunned, the bell rung
And we the champions, pass the belt, we just won
Ain`t no decisions, hands down, no eight count
Yo` position, prostrate and laid out
[Kev Roc]
Aww yeahh
Beans and biscuits, I eat it every dinner
Compact the stresses of daily deep in my inner
Breath a psalm of hatred your photo up on my vanity
Borderline I hold for total focus to insanity
Tempt I often let it come brush up then I deny ya
Hold my stamina to damage a flurry and as you tire
all I ever been is I weather you best, and peep my shot
Counter, lacing basic combination make your speaker pop
A.M., the marketplace I put in double roadwork
Drivin as I`m livin correct and right as you sold dirt
ill scientific, I school and rule the newest
G.M. Web Dee, he mix it like he Panama Lewis
I got the Eye of the Tiger, combatin on the verbal tip
vent with hook and verse show no mercy kick back and herbal it
Strike out the mic-er, all in the way you gerbils get
shoulderin my chip know me ripper from all the herbs I split
You on the ropes son, got you stunned, the bell rung
And we the champions, pass the belt, we just won
Ain`t no decisions, hands down, no eight count
Yo` position, prostrate and laid out
{repeat 2X}
[Vultcha]
This verse born in the nest, East New York, Falcon Crest
Mere mortal this galaxy`s champion`ll put you to the test
Like studies on paranormal activity, I warn ya
like allergic reactions, you`re pregnant, up in this game
And dialatin with your money caught in contract-ions
Promoters teachin math on how your check become a fraction
You flappin at the lip and migrating
You talkin shhh on this mic
Spiritually constipatin, while I`m hungry for the belt
like Galactus, on your local constellations
When you see me play like you monk, no conversation
Don`t even blink like a con out of the cave
You got to pardon my conviction
If looks could kill, I`m servin life bids for screwfacin
Is that blood? Don`t worry about that, red stuff, you started tastin
I`m like a chef, just cookin, and your teeth need some basting
About to put your consciousness on vacation
You tracks to mine, pale in comparison like a caucausian so embarassin
You on the ropes son, got you stunned, the bell rung
And we the champions, pass the belt, we just won
Ain`t no decisions, hands down, no eight count
Yo` position, prostrate and laid out
{repeat 2X}
*bell rings, crowd is cheering*
[Kev Roc]
Yeah.. uh-huh, told you, yeah
How did you get here? I know that`s what you`re thinkin
Salty leak, a trickle of blood you`re steady drinkin
Uppercut to bolo L1-ing ya son, I clobber loud
Through the leather you feel me I slap your slobber out
Needles in the thumb of my globe, Dunn I ain`t fuckin witcha
Boxcutter blooded I flurry up in that ass I getcha
Synapse choked like inhalin blunt smoke
Verbal barrage vowed, let that fucker provoke
[Vultcha]
I send you snakes back to hades gates pointed tail between your legs
Beggin for a garrison, bring ALL your mens
Steppin up like you a six you get eclipsed by the seven
You can take a third of my boys I`ll STILL smack you out my heaven
It`s all scrimmage, I break your tackle
You stoned like Medusa sniffin `caine in the mirror
Son you a statue, just like a 3-D porno comin at you
The Vultcha`s like a pokemon with AIDS,
better pray that I don`t catch you
You on the ropes son, got you stunned, the bell rung
And we the champions, pass the belt, we just won
Ain`t no decisions, hands down, no eight count
Yo` position, prostrate and laid out
{repeat 4X}
