Chali 2na - Sweet science lyrics

(feat. Chali 2na (Jura**ic 5)) [Chorus: x3] Here we go, here we go, here we go, get your guards up Knowin' we got the sweet science [Rasco] I, enter the ring Touchdown ready to swing My footwork quick hit y'all with hard licks I'm Ca**ius Clay Y'all n***as be the last to spray I'm here to whoop a n***as a** 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 [Chorus] [Chali 2na] 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 gla** style Repetitious hittin' my mittens are hostile Fo' sure the southpaw n***a star can outspar Competitive outlaws with delicate gla** jaws Applause and Paparazzi flash, you can not see past When me and Rasco control the fiasco Unmask those, untalented a**holes 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 [Chorus] [Rasco] I run six miles a day To outlast n***as, I'm top cla** 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 [Chali 2na] 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 [Chorus]