1. In the ring im nice...
Im on toes kickin flows naturally hittin all foes wicked,
Compotition will come positioned in a calm pose after i compose composition
That i bring to fights...
Have thier jaw broke spitting out- the shit i do, it's viscious dog, no bitch shit
You'll be knee deep in my blows to the peak of your nose and you know that i got focused fist
And arm bars for each of your soldiers
in a way that could rival the arms race between the U.S. and the league of the soviets
I'll go round for round with anyone sparring in your boxing studio
They one-dimensional
And won't defend elbows thats scarred from hitting BBZ sand bag beats
hunched over a desk, hands at peace,
Studying the rhythms of a kick..
You mayweather's
in the octagon with connor McGregor
And i got fire punches
Burn and smash ya teeth and ya chin up
Im bruce lee with the nunchucks so if you think you a match for me, you'll get lit up
The audacity,
All you wack emcees
Can get it

hook:With every fiber of our being, we run the gauntlet fighting, until our names light up on the scene/, a pipe is all you dream, you thick in a spot, live on the block? Only makes sense you exit in a box/, this ain't for the feint of heart, this for them rappers trying to excel I make em wanna stay large/, nigga play ya part & lose cause the game has won, courtesy of 2 of hip-hop's favorite sons/

2. Cut the weak shit, I'm undefeated when comes to wreaking, havoc on the weekends you abandoned on the deep end/, you drown, unless you grow gills you a little green on the pad when you rap, so every croak kills/ I commend your wife on her throat skills, I bust thru the back of that skull then groan "how ya dome feel?"/, when notes spill it's a free for all, when ya firstborn fetus spawn he'll feed us all till his meat dissolved/, I been rapping to beats, I grin at an emcee, his end's after I speak, it's rinse lather repeat/, I'm Vinsanity's peak, minus north of the border arcade mode since defiantly holding a quarter/, my favorite childhood pastime, ask moms I would roll into kindergarten half blind/, don't let me wind up I'll swing for fences if my projectile hit your wings you're defenseless/, I go against the grain beat of my own drum I revert niggas to children eating they whole thumbs/, I keep my passion live, especially when I sleep inside a mattress sized book of matches where your ashes lie/, the undisputed, non believers come to view it, this for my people on the verge of saying enough of music/, I kept the same hunger, check this dame stuck up(hip-hop) I'll have kept her rings when I hangar/hang her where the planes done up/...

hook:With every fiber of our being, we run the gauntlet fighting, until our names light up on the scene/, a pipe is all you dream, you thick in a spot, live on the block? Only makes sense you exit in a box/, this ain't for the feint of heart, this for them rappers trying to excel I make em wanna stay large/, nigga play ya part & lose cause the game has won, courtesy of 2 of hip-hop's favorite sons/