The Sweet Science

Here we go, here we go, here we go, get your guards up

Knowin' we got the sweet science

I, enter the ring

Touchdown ready to swing

My footwork quick hit y'all with hard licks

I'm Cassius Clay

Y'all niggaz be the last to spray

I'm here to whoop a niggaz ass today

So I, tighten the gloves

The world 'bout to show me some love

I work hard better put up your guard

I spent time out in the yard, I'm here to train me and my squad

My head straight baby me and my God

Techniques obsolete, I want the crowd up on they feet

The world champ that they couldn't defeat

Me and Charlie 2n, PLATOON!

Y'all cats better give us some room

I sidestep then I lower the boom

You cats better call your goons

Tonight 'cos I've entered the zone

First round, put your back on the ground

I'm the best pound for pound, you out never hearin' a sound

Face straight now I'm spinnin' you round and round

Yo, the ring is now a disaster scene

As the trainers apply vaseline, I come to smash the king

The fight game dominator, I'm bringing the drama hater the common denominator

respondin' to trauma greater than most'

As my fatal fists begin, the volatile combination of leather sweat and skin

Is slittin' yo eyebrow for spittin' this glass style

Repetitious hittin' my mittens are hostile

Fo' sure the southpaw nigga star can outspar

Competitive outlaws with delicate glass jaws

Applause and Paparazzi flash, you can not see past

When me and Rasco control the fiasco

Unmask those, untalented assholes

With fast blows to physically challenge my past foes

We smash those degenerate weak ducks

And I catch a heat rush from the canvas my feet touch

I run six miles a day

To outlast niggaz, I'm top class

Hopin' that you challenger talk trash

You get dropped fast, baby we rock last

You on the undercard stuck, runnin' without gas

I stick jabs in ya abs and stay in the lab, rhymin'

Goin' for feints and bad timin'

It be the team that'll shatter your spleen

I go twelve rounds baby 'til your clock is clean

NA MEAN

Swift to avenge Sugar Ray

I'm Roy Jones, to you toy clones

Send 'em back in a brutal way

Rush to follow, as I crush the hollow

With the knowledge and the insight of a, custom model

I paint a bizarre picture to break your whole structure

The texture of your face cracked and fractured

You wheeze and sob, as I weave and bob

We relieve your squad, you better believe the odds are against you