Here is a new boxing era
1986, 1990, undisputed champion
I was a kid but I remember the glory days of "Iron Mike Tyson"
With clack short shorts and black low shoes
Let me represent my vibes, represent the old school
Fuck rhinestone and sequins, fuck them all
I only know how to bite, I'm an animal
7-2-1, 6-4-5
When my technique speaks I feel alive
"Everybody's got plans till they get hit"
From Brooklyn to the ring, I want to devastate it
5 foot frame for 100 kilograms
My speed kills like snakes attack rising from the ground
Strength to your head my punch have "Bad Intentions"
Demolition is the key, I got the key for demolition
Yo-yo-yo-yo-young I was a fe-fe-fe-fe-fearful
Invert the roles, welcome to "The Death Desert" rule
Fear is a bullet and your brain the target
Clik clik up on the ring and you'll find the darkness
Power and skill
My time to rise, my time to kill
Power and skill
My time to rise, my time to kill
"A boy comes to me with a spark of interest
I feed the spark and it becomes a flame
I feed the flame and it becomes a fire
I feed the fire and it becomes a roaring blaze"
Just punch out