[Intro]
Fight Club, Fight Club
Fight Club, Fight Club
Fight Club, Fight Club
Fight Club, Fight Club
Fight Club, Fight Club
Fight Club, Fight Club
Fight Club, Fight Club

[ Verse 1 ]
I'll bet my rep, my certi rep
They're no concern they ain't a threat, absurdly wet
I'll slap him and I'll slap his set, wid no regrets
They tweet me see me an jet, they jet set
They fly away they run away, they leg it
They write away they type away, on the internet
But I'm into breaking a bitch boy face for the simplest disrespect
If I slap your cheek it will twist your neck start giving out wisdom checks
I just got a different text from a one yard man he got different techs
I said I pull 3 grand on a bad day take me off a da flipping list
He said he just wanna show me that its there I said "Okay if you insist"
I lose my head turn back to the old days back to the lunatic
Go back to fucking up faces
All cos of Bludclart stupidness
I'd lose my whip, my mansion house
My boujie bitch, I'm too legit
To quit but I could get him quick
The trouble is, the troubled wiz on goat shit
So I'll let him live, my troubled mind
My stubborn mind, my evil mind
My feeble mind, illegal mind
Adrenal gland excreting time
Whole lotta times
How you think I got a lotta songs? Whole lot of rhymes?
Gwan ask me what the fucks my problem
My fucking problem
These fucking tribes, these fucking squadrons
Their all on nonsense
I live my life more Charles Bronson
Dress like Idris, Brosnan
New Beemer I'm feeling like Alan Johnson
Big Suu I'm jumping
Back of the net its thumped in
Christian Ronaldo on his jawbone wid a shelltoe
Can't afford shell? I can help bro
Put you to sleep wid a elbow
Said you grew up in a hell hole
Now you asleep on your tailbone
Flow no regular never an error
Bugatti or Porsche Carrera
Ducatti's an all of that never gone catch me up ever
You man could be Asafa light as a feather an still never catch up
Not on a track becah' I got the flow of the year of the era the decade
The pepper spray I never let up
I'm bending the sentence you bell-ends are wetter
You try be the guy like it's V for Vendetta
Ain't clutching berretta's or hammers or wetter's or
Shwammies, or lettuce or gally or Teckers
So respect the way I rearrange these letters
The best you could be is a "Bez" wid maraca's
I'm rapping wid certified clappers and drillers and
Militant n***as that bang for a living
We fighting a battle within is us
No capping its evil and genuine
Nuttin' to smile about its a whole lot if I'm whiling out
He getting flattened an he getting ironed out, whack him right now I'm just rapping on two different patterns
You can't do this rhyme scheme
You dig it like time team
Know what's abhorrent because I look foreign and
Now look important, they look at my foreign and
Flash do the woo woo an pullup behind me
Cor' blimey they try me
I catch a body no Siamese
Bury his body at back of the garden behind all the giant trees
Can't see a flicker of 'kind' me
But see a flicker of evil medieval me
When I behead an MC on a regal beat
These n***as dumber than 'Tweedle dee Tweedle dum'
Turn internal organs higgledy-piggledy
Rob a man of any flicker of vigour
The pick of the litter, a militant n***a
Da quicker one sicker one turn a man Bricker he shittin' a brick
When he hear I deliver a liver shot quicker
Than n***as deliver some amazon to a city
Slicker clicker cunt, I got the talent
Wizzy can u give us some, no
Ya shit I ain't wasting a drip of nuttin'
On track an I'm cackling
You the back of the pack again
I'm attacking a rapper then
Reminiscing on slapping 'em
Celebrating I'm clapping 'em
Circulating I'm travelling
Circle back an I'm back again
I'm embracing the rap again
I could never be an iddy-biddy n***a in the picture
I'm a killer gorilla step on a n***a an I flatten 'em
In a bod of water where he be platinum
My Brudda Mudda everyone blatantly know whats happening
An every other n***a wid a brain ain't tryna battle him
I'm eviler than 'Anakin'
Drippier than a mannikin
Wizzy got n***as panicking
An he got n***as vanishing
Everybody embarrassing
Ain't nobody can rap wid him
Ain't nobody can scrap wid him
Ain't no body can chat wid this
So double up the fee on the flight an I'm coming back again
I'm not a little younger I don't listen to the nattering
I really don't even find a compliment to be flattering
Like what the fuck do them mandem know to be acting adamant
The shorty wanna G' have a seat an lets get it cracklin'
She wanna give me number for tapping I tell her to tap it in
You're talking bout the rapping my n***a you better pack it in
[Outro]
Coldest
You know this
I got the game on my shoulders
MPMD I got boulders
Big buds, Smokers
Riders, Rollers
Gliders, Strollers
Progress, Forward
I am the n***a u can't war wid
Reset, push the button
No stealing nuttin, no shooting nuttin
No egotistical stupid fuckin outdated system for human function
It's big dub, heavy light dub
We don't like police or like Gov
We gotta hella soap, we don't like suds
It's for suttin else
This is "Fight Club"