I paint pictures with my scriptures It grabs ya and it grips ya And takes ya on adventures to dimensions I can't Even begin to explain I tantalize your senses with sentences Since it's senseless to attempt this My plan to rise is endless I'm generally known to be off the hinges With a microphone with me Ya wanna fight? come on hit me I ain't gon stop beating that ass until the cops come get me Refuse verbal abuse to cook your goose I serve superb turbulence, when I get loose The beat get battered and bruised you nerds get hit From every direction after the herb gets lit Who wanna come? can test me now let's get down (get on up) and get the mess beat outta you pesky clown ass Pathetic competitors won't last around After I blast a round, at ya casket Cats get disfigured and eat a fist Fuckin with this nigga when I'm pissed And even when I'm feelin bliss It'll be an unworthy risk To disturb me cuz I'm impervious to the words you speak I split nucleus's when I shoot the gift It's ridiculous to dispute me if You don't wanna shoot me, just watch me do my duty My rap slaps your ear like sticks, pucks and hockey I don't give a big fuck at all About all your jewelry and tomfoolery You can get the balls If you don't wanna be cool with me we can brawl We do it every weekend yall, at the fight club CHORUS The fight club I hit em up like, what First rule on your first night You gotta fight Just insert the mic plugs You got the right ones If you wanna fight come Show your guns at the Fight club I hit em up like, what First rule on your first night You gotta fight Just insert the mic plugs You got the right ones If you wanna fight come
Pump ya fist and resist the system I insist the gist of this consist of wisdom Catechism?? We can have a collision and go at it to add to the mission Poetical fisticuffs, I spit to crush the shit you bust You don't wanna get in the pit with us We gladiators of the third eye variety You can be mad and hate us, or ride with me I flow, toe to toe blow for blow The collective objective, is to overthrow We soldiers here to let the poor folks know Imperialists get the fist and the po-po get the dick The serioiusness of this gets me furious When I hear ignorance spit by my peers I guess thats why I'm here To change up this strange stuff in the coming years My plan's to put hands on my people in the trance So they can understand what really makes a man strong Convictions, with no restrictions I inflict them To the beat of a kick drum You want some? step up and get some Scuff knees and elbows when P-L flows To speak to yall or we can brawl We do it every weekend y'all, at the fight club!
CHORUS The fight club I hit em up like, what First rule on your first night You gotta fight Just insert the mic plugs You got the right ones If you wanna fight come Show your guns at the Fight club I hit em up like, what First rule on your first night You gotta fight Just insert the mic plugs You got the right ones If you wanna fight come
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