Fight

[Intro:] Don't stop the show don't want to go, back to the world again Don't get me wrong just one more song is all that I need [Verse 1:] Twist the L spark the lighter start a fire Fight boxer box the fighter some are rappers some are writers Very few are truth tellers hey most of them are liars I knew evil from ma up evil Back it up no retrieval I really don't believe you Weasel I write big rhymes on a eazle Never appease you please you too diesel I swiss cheese you in a way that's mid evil I sell new stuff to old people or old stuff to new people I treat me how I treat you, equal 51st state Puerto Rico I'm at Rosco's [?] and Pico They'll sweep you, gave the whole block a rico A court appointed lawyer is just a paralegal Roll your body up [?] to a seagull Young chicks half legal spread eagle For these dog sniffing niggas like beagles who's out to deceive you Rob a brokie breeze through He only calls you when he needs you Baby girl you so cooked you baked up sleep walking wake up Little chest niggas ain't cups Now back to these niggas posted up celebration toasted up Take a flick here is you close up [Verse 2:] [Chuck D] Sorry Ed bout me getting on this track late I spent the last three months and a half fighting a [?] As usual you know how we do I'm the contributor of writing and fighting wrong It gets simple as stripping and stupid rap songs Easy raps getting claps forces A young MC from LA to Boston to just spit crap Blogs fogging hip hop in ex-spouses and blouses Why am I talking, why are there be a hundred empty houses Super storms singing temps way beyond the norms South be getting cold while the north is getting warm MCs we got so much to rhyme about So I warned the population whether or not he audience is warmed up Before they get too far gone Beg and preaches to call the lord We be coffee in that tea party it must be bought Woah its like let me back on ya If the paint get back on track with ya And if the people remembering the time Where good looking out was a theme of the rhyming All of us ashes to the ashes the dust to the dust Make her head bust with intelligence is that what they be telling us Instead of the media fooling us and making fools out of all of us So I discuss and I fuss my disgust for the sake of all of us 26 years later Ed we still bomb rush the show lets go My brother come on lets go lets go