Dreaded Fist

First before my verse make Boodah bless you

Because he blessed me in form of smoke from a tree

With abilities to summon powers of the Dreaded Fist

As a lyricist to the world as a terrorist

So from a distance you see shrapnel and debris

And in an instant you've got to recognize it's me

Black Belt afferent to the eighth degree

The champion is me Red One

Because I be the, a veteran, me all veteran

I'm gettin' on with the knowledge

To make moves strong, and abolish

Terrorizing tracks like Gengis Kahn

We be the rawest, hardest from the Northwest Side, dun

And that's, word to the uplifted fist of the dread, clear

Cutting emcees like MacMahon and Blodell, so go tell

A friend, and so on and so on

The movement of this Dreaded Fist no longer will be slept on

[Chorus, Red One]

Dreaded Fist of the Northwest

Gotta be cautious

How we exhibit our style to the people

Lethal doses leaves comatose hits

To match the Fist, there's no equal to this

[Misfit]

A way with words is chosen right to explain

Poetry in my motion, coasting

In and out of range, to maintain

I switch up the timing

Keep suprising, line by line

A continous jabbing unto you, into your pressure spot

I pinpoint with an index finger

Inject, to let the rhyme linger

Lyrically, do a number, in the ring

Physically, the champion of Welterweights in my division and skill

Aging to get better, somehow, someway

Maybe this Dreaded Fist will meet it's match someday

So then I stay, and with my words I don't play

Though I fate, and patiently wait for made mistakes

"Flip back, get into a fighting position"

[Red One]

Slip me in the chamber

Cock it back, toss me instrumentals, and watch me bust on that

They must (be) on crack, wanting they wigs split back

Cause we run this, and it's a well known fact

Never miss, all veteran and specialist

Messing with the best? Please, you can't handle this

It's too scandalist and dangerous for those trying to be framing us

Enslave us, lining up our anuses and bust

But, I don't think so

Who the fuck you think this is?

It's the Rascal, Red One, baddest in this rap biz

Rap with the Misfit, I get the beats off of Kemo

Stay froze and oppose like we boys of Serrengettal

Rock like metal, plus we heavy on the pedal

The chosen, to rule over the bass and the treble

For those and, for those and those who be opposing

They scared cause they know we eat the mic like errosion

[Chorus, Red One]

[Misfit]

We are the Dreaded Fist style lyricists

Once we start to kick the flows, continuous and dangerous

To be facing us you see, easily pick apart, your gameplan

It seems to me, you can't withstand the sting of the jab

I see the stagger, in your step, you cannot fool

A master of deception, expect the to fall

I'm going for the sternum, flexin'

Verbal skill, it is also an atomical weapon

I hope I knock some, sense into ya

Coming way, pay attention to the rhymes that we say

Representing from this day forth, the Dreaded Fist

FitnRedi, on the mission

"Flip back, get into a fighting position"

"Put on a bulletproof, it'll bust your chest"

[Chorus, Red One