Fight Club - Remix

Lyrics

"The Fight Club"
 I paint pictures with my scriptures
 it grabs ya and it grips ya
 and takes ya on adventures to dimensions I can't
 even begin to explain
 I tantalize your senses with sentences
 since it's senseless to attempt this
 my plan to rise is endless
 i'm generally known to be off the hinges
 with a microphone with me
 ya wanna fight? come on hit me,
 I ain't gon stop beating that ass until the cops come get me
 refuse verbal abuse to cook your goose
 I serve superb turbulence, when I get loose
 the beat get battered and bruised you nerds get hit
 from every direction after the herb gets lit
 who wanna come? can test me now let's get down
 (get on up) and get the mess beat outta you pesky clown ass
 pathetic competitors won't last around
 after I blast a round, at ya casket
 cats get disfigured and eat a fist
 fuckin with this nigga when I'm pissed
 and even when I'm feelin bliss
 it'll be an unworthy risk
 to disturb me cuz I'm impervious to the words you speak
 I split nucleus's when I shoot the gift
 it's ridiculous to dispute me if
 you don't wanna shoot me, just watch me do my duty
 my rap slaps your ear like sticks, pucks and hockey
 I don't give a big fuck at all
 about all your jewelry and tomfoolery
 you can get the balls
 if you don't wanna be cool with me we can brawl
 we do it every weekend yall, at the fight club
 the fight club
 I hit em up like, what
 first rule on your first night,
 you gotta fight
 just insert the mic plugs
 you got the right ones,
 if you wanna fight come
 show your guns at the
 fight club
 I hit em up like, what
 first rule on your first night,
 you gotta fight
 just insert the mic plugs
 you got the right ones,
 if you wanna fight come
 pump ya fist and resist the system
 I insist the gist of this consist of wisdom
 catechism??
 we can have a collision and go at it to add to the mission
 poetical fisticuffs, I spit to crush the shit you bust
 you don't wanna get in the pit with us
 we gladiators of the third eye variety
 you can be mad and hate us, or ride with me
 I flow, toe to toe blow for blow
 the collective objective, is to overthrow
 we soldiers here to let the poor folks know
 imperialists get the fist and the po-po get the dick
 the serioiusness of this gets me furious
 when I hear ignorance spit by my peers
 I guess thats why I'm here
 to change up this strange stuff in the coming years
 my plan's to put hands on my people in the trance
 so they can understand what really makes a man strong
 convictions, with no restrictions I inflict them
 to the beat of a kick drum
 you want some? step up and get some
 scuff knees and elbows when P-L flows
 to speak to yall or we can brawl
 we do it every weekend y'all, at the fight club!
 the fight club
 I hit em up like, what
 first rule on your first night,
 you gotta fight
 just insert the mic plugs
 you got the right ones,
 if you wanna fight come
 show your guns at the
 fight club
 I hit em up like, what
 first rule on your first night,
 you gotta fight
 just insert the mic plugs
 you got the right ones,
 if you wanna fight come

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Song Details

Duration
04:28
Key
2
Tempo
168 BPM

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