Brainwash Projects - The Fight Song lyrics

Wait wait-Pop pop- Looking like what? Feeling like what? Up in the place with the ill type strut Gotta pay my tickets or be in handcuffs I told you before I be opposite what You know I freak that four letter word with Inglewood styles No purchase neccesary Legendary like Larry With the greatest of ease I leave wack emcees in denial Disciplinary action Handed to the beneficiary Yeah yeah yeah, that was cool Whatever, I'm in my cute sweater I'm here like weather Be your style like leather You need to switch it up Cause you sound straight wack Back up a little Cause you need a tic-tac You walkin on some eggs boy You better quit them nonsense Your silly styles are soft Like a hitman with a conscience Exaggerated antics are those of an adolescent When we hang out I take anti-wack rap suppresants Ha ha, I laugh cause I'm in my bubble bath You livin with your mom while I'm signing autographs Really, what would you be Without a rhyming dictionary? My wrestling geek styling The autographs you sign are on twenty traffic tickets With a warrant for your arrest The best for getting this car impounded I'll pound you with the same line Like 24 times in the same rhyme Only one time is enough Don't ever try to take mine Ooh, b is kicking dope lines Scary! n**y Ziggy's got dope lines I'm race you to the door Without a metaphor Verbal styles '89 while I'm dipped and refined You only dirty bird thought you was fly Jumping off the stage Only to engage in a concussion This fool is bum-rushed that can only lead To the experience of a body-slam Cause if you want I will simply change the program Let me speak upon your mic My intentions- Beat down! Broken down to his very last compound