[Intro:Duke(From Rocky Balboa the Movie) Duke: You know all there is to know about fighting, so there's no sense us going down that same old road again. To beat this guy, you need speed - you don't have it. And your knees can't take the pounding, so hard running is out. And you got arthritis in your neck, and you've got calcium deposits on most of your joints, so sparring is out Duke: So, what we'll be calling on is good ol' fashion blunt force trauma. Horsepower. Heavy-duty, cast-iron, piledriving punches that will have to hurt so much they'll rattle his ancestors. Every time you hit him with a shot, it's gotta feel like he tried kissing the express train. Yeah! Let's start building some hurtin' bombs! [Verse 1:Random] I [?] rap books When you try to plagiarize Say good night son I'm toting a chrome braided mic My [?] is anti anorexic Yes it's that fresh and that should be expected The message ain't changed just the delivery Vehicle me and you coexisting in rap ain't feasible Your whole sounds whack and so I found that I battle you cats in a loser leave town match Come on stage masked up like a luchador Do it for the underground that's where I'm found at Make you body rock from the ambiance Rhymes take your breath away just like a Pacquiáo body shot Rippin jams Ran like a cryptogram Always in the paper and impossible to solve Bodying the odds without a squad Megaran single handedly changed my hobby to a job Find me in the bars or the cars spitting hard Inspiration's free anything else I got to charge Ya'll cats saying the same thing When I travel I sit on the plane's wings I'm that fly Magpie Heckling Jekyll I never respect you You better get special my level is special Like you can't beat those with [?] You got weak blows easily I'ma eat those The Ethos remains raw give them what they came for Head trauma leaving the brain sore I'm the main [?] going through you rapper and producers Stop battling I was tired of sore losers Now I got rappers wanna fight me in the lot All because my mic is very hot Verbal rifle let off a shot Like I'm skeet shooting better keep moving And then do some serious recruiting [Chorus:Random] Get em up no pain no gain Lift em up no fame no games Get em up no pain no gain Lift em up no shame no lames X2 [Verse 2:Wax] You got to get in shape Random I think you need a trainer Drink these raw eggs from this tupper ware container I think it's a no brainer You should have me in your corner In this up and coming match against this weak a** performer He's gonna hit you from the side with a hook Tuned up perfectly plays exactly by the book Don't get shook his style is predictable While you were born to box with unorthodox principles We raise bars high like bench pressing in space So bring some french dressing in case These cats try to bring beef and we turn it into salad fast Mixing MC's with shots of alfalfa gra** Get back on that exercise bike And don't stop rapping or peddling until sweat fries the mic We don't ever stay idle it's a harsh Regimen to get the heavy weight title [Chorus]