[Intro]
Oh, let's get ready to rumble!

[Verse 1]
Round 1, set it off
Set it straight and let it resonate
Shake it with the heavy weight
Boom, let it detonate
Shake it up, take it up, bring it up another notch
Rise as the other watch
Gotta-gotta get ya
Got ya goin'-goin' gone
Flowin'-flowin' on down to the last
Of the stop with the [?] bomb
Boomin', steppin' to a new improved fluid
Funky flow for [?] of those
And hundreds of mine
That give this a go
Off to the [?] on many places
And freezes to death
No traces were left
Erase with the bass clef
I step to the baddest
And had his status, had his ass
My rhymin' after writing is [?]
Got his ass trippin', flippin', slippin'
Taking a steady whippin'
Buggin' and doing nothing
But digging the hole I dug 'em
The lyrical jazz is up
Lyrical uppercuts
The beats that beat 'em down
Only to hook 'em up
[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Round 2, out-damage an amateur
Who thinks he can rap
'Cause he's taking advantage of
The industry's backwoods
Except it's intolerance of the minimal skill level
The lyrics they're kickin' is turning
Them into real devils
Fightin', shootin', killin'
Smokin', drinkin', chillin'
Nobody's elevating
Nobody's even willing to rise above this
They just wanna get high, drug-tonic
And chronic, ironic
That's for the low-life
The pitching for picture perfect
Powerful prototype
From pagan to paganism
Forming a photo-like negative metaphor
And I'm like a snapshot
I'mma sic my competitor
Develop, my rap's got the life of the dark room
My lyrics - photogenic
As soon I drop, boom!
The visual lyric planning
The lyrics are sticky, move
Dance until the end
We re-box moves and here comes the hook again
[Chorus + Bridge]

[Verse 3]
Round 3!
I'm the villain, the [?]
Ravel the bad guy
Even chilling I'm nothing friendly
Yet [?]
You wanna do me, step to me
But truly you should just pass by
This [?] you're asking for trouble
Come on up [?] guy
Don't knuck up the man, the one
Yeah, I ain't the one, kid
Don't come with no hands, no guns
'cause rhymes come with toxins
My lyrical boxes knocking out all of that
The Uzi, the MAC, the TEC, 9 milli, or the gat
You got no wins here
And I'm being sincere
The rap ring is my thing, I'm king
Don't even go in there
A scheduled 12-rounder usually won't
Go the distance
On the red time to 12 [?]
Unanimous is the decision
The eaten, beaten, outclassed
Totally dominated
The first mistake made?
Believe me, your mama made it
'cause she gave birth to the fool
That would crumble so there's that
Get ready to rumble!
[Outro]