Tyson

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