The B.U.M.s - It's a Street Fight lyrics

It's a street fight! It's a street fight! [D-Wyze] Hit hydro on the saddle never lost in a battle Movin silent with the night so all you hear is my shadow Stayin calm while the stress factor builds in my palm If I decide, to drop the bomb, "Yoga flame!" like Dhalsim No time for slackin, I'm attackin like the Greenpeace Smushin your grillpiece, until the red juices release Servin brains with rice, spillin blood over ice Caught you peepin my moves, like Marcia Clark On O.J. video highlights, you better straighten up and fly right I know fakes like gold miners know pyrite You know the profile, first, let your competition compile Then watch me flip out, maniac k**er style We can get down, with the forces of gravity "Sonic boom!" like Guile, cave in your chest cavity Ice Ice, baby too cold to hold Got the power like Balrog to make your body explode [E-Vocalist] Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! I got the Mad crazy hard hittin kicks like Ken Mad punches like Sway flows, the evil spits red phlegm No more, no other shall surpa** the fate I've taken my destiny, it's d**h by temptation So all bow down, all many crews, all many legions So it's "Tiger uppercut!" that's my main reason so ahh Leave me alone, let The B.U.M.S. see light I live an everyday life, but still down for the Street Fight "Move your body like you move your hands And I'm sure you can move your feet" (repeat 2X) [E-Vocalist] AWWWWWWW! Watch out, you mighta met your match Out here, training's like minimal, reflects keep you on contact The flame bursts from deep within Thoughts of one survivor, mad murder, meditation Step into my arena and brothers don't even act right Anyhow, anyway, somehow they're gonna Street Fight Who's the Grand Supreme standin in this bloodstream You keep, a stance like Ryu, and throw fire that's green It's ah, so amazing that I slam like E. Honda E-Vo flips like Chun Li, the lightning spits like Blanka Who's the next opponent, I can do this all night It's not the money or rep, I'm just down for Street Fight [D-Wyze] "Ta-dak-da-ya-KICK!" on your face so make way The mad man with the fighting instincts that bust y'all pay Targetting pressure points, provoking stress fractures, the Street Fighter factor crack ya necks like a chiropractor Mad intense, sweatin blood through my pores Combatin predators, usin my fists to settle scores No gats in my trunk, Street Fighting's for real United States, China, Russia, India and Brazil