Tyson

This is gold medal rap
Me and my people never holding it back
You're never safe from harm, this is a massive attack
This is an arrogant slap to those preaching the wack
I tell 'em

I get it poppin' like cracked knuckles, I'm rap fuckin'
These cats, snack on 'em like lamb cutlets
And I dance on 'em like Jackson on the Bad tour
Uh, you should start watch like TAG Heuer

Kick goals like Man U and I'm rewriting the manual

I'm the shit like manure, uh, I'm Samuel
With proof, so my new name is Zeus
And you don't wanna die hard, so you want your tooth
Better retrieve fast
While I get teeth marks off your sweetheart
And I got deez nuts just for weak cunts
Step on the baddest mamma jamma

Sh-sh-sh-shake it around, I'm getting salmonella
From these fresh chicks, I mean, they don't do breast sync
Fuck it, I am the bestest kind of investment

Fuck it, I don't regret shit, that's my message
You need a life lesson? Fuck with the Rem kid
You're aiming for success, huh? Shit, I'm destined
Beats by J. Smith, they call me Rem Wesson
I play the foreign kid at my school like Vesey
Now I'm known to kick it with the female thespian like egg-shit

Uh, and turn the lights on
And someone tell these dickheads it's fight, son
Uh, uh, and I'm Tyson
Circa '88, get it right, son

Pure dominance, I tell you that I'm fond of it
Think I'ma hold onto it and write all of my songs with it
Huh, call me the don of this, I'm fucking astonishing
Been smoking a lot of shit, chilling like astrologists now
Huh, see y'all playing lozenges now
You fucking suckers, I'ma show you all what I'm about

I'm about five-foot-nine with dark brown eyes
I'm about well-shaped thighs on well-shaped fine women
Ow, I'm about to tear it down
'Cause I'm all about burying the crowd in sound
Huh, it's something so strong like a crowded house
Huh, I got the whole town wilding out for hours, yeah

See they're playing ours when they hear me like, "Who? Who?"
Who the fuck? I mean, like, this shit is too cool
I make your head get to spinning like too-toos
I'm the fucking fool, you noodle-headed buffoon losers, what up?

Uh, and turn the lights on
And someone tell these dickheads it's fight, son
Uh, uh, and I'm Tyson
Circa '88, get it right, son
Uh, and turn the lights on
And someone tell these dickheads it's fight, son
Uh, uh, and I'm Tyson
Circa '88, get it right, son

Look, Mum, we did it
We went and lifted it up
Sensible J and Dutch raisin' it up
Fire on the track, numero one
Uh-huh, look, let's sum it up
I son 'em then cull 'em, then come on then, girls
I'm running amok, if you're dumb enough, go ahead and say somethin'
I'm a track murderer, I'll leave your day done

The way I'm weaving leaves them disbelieving
It keeps their footing uneven
I see 'em steaming off of my heat, but that's life, son
When you're on tracks like Tyson
Nah, fuck summing it up, this is priceless
This shit could straighten an ice head or make Christ spark spliffs
I mean, it's that wild, man
It belongs in the X-Files, man
And I'm hot like Thailand, charged like bison
Yeah, I never bystand, lead like Tyson's like this

And you're dead
And I'm done, this was a cinch for me

Sensible J and Dutch, yeah, they did the beat
I guess we did it again
I guess we killed it again