Standing in the red and blue corner

Looking built to brawl

Weighin in at a catch weight too big for y′allWith an impressive record

No wins losses or draws in the process

Cuz every bout scored a no contest

Drew Da Picture, tempt me tempt me

Knock out artists call me emcee dempsey

Who want to step up like they the big man on campus

To get rocked and is da big man on campus

His blood will be the pain and the ring will be the canvas

It's a masterpiece, illustrating how I do damage

They keep my hands in raps cuz they say they′re lethal weapons

For me it's a sparring session for you it's a boxing lesson

I′m an MGM Grand, Garden, top prize fighter

You more like a not quite ready for prime time fighter

A Versus Network, not even friday night′s fighter

A built but, built up not that nice fighter

I'm the champ, but still I′m the number 1 contender

You the chump, more like the number 1 pretender

Don't call me by no other name

You′re Ernie Terell I'm Cassius Clay

I mean ali, so I′m gonna beat that ass screamin what's my name

Now if I told u I was nice with my hands

That was a lie cuz there aint nothing nice bout these hands

I'm a slick south paw in a conventional stance

And I move quite fast you′ll swear you was fightin flash

I flurry an avalanche, a blindin speed attack

You won′t even see the punches till they comin back

Lead, counter, lead, I mix it up like a dj

And they couldn't slow the combos down on an instant replay

Not to mention that I got the kind of punch power

To make every 3 minute round feel like 3 hours

And the ring savvy to negate your punch power

Momentum won′t swing in my direction cuz i'll counter

My fight plans to treat em like a safe when I go in

And try some different combinations till I bust em open

I′ll hit you with so many lefts, i'll violate your rights, yes

So many 1-2s, you′ll think we're doin a mic check

Exhaust em wear em out and hit em in the clinches

Mentally surrender as I render em defenseless

I'll walk em down and take away his legs and wind till he don′t move

And his corners callin on him but we′re fightin in the phone booth

Show him the ropes and keep him on em then forget it

I come from all angles, better check your geometrics

I'll batter him and baffle him and bludgeon him and punish him

And blindside a fighter standin directly in front of him

Such an arsenal of ways to land my left right hand

That even teddy atlas would wanna borrow my fight plan

And break y′all off something pugilistic

Round 1 he comes out strong trying to bull me with the ropes

And succeeds only to be countered and rope-a-doped

Humiliated, embarrassed as the shots land flush

And I ain't even lookin at him while I punch

I′m just stickin and movin and jabbin and grabbin and blindin

And findin and landin my shots

So heavily I've hit him with everything in the ring except the referree

Punches continue to rise in numbers

My fists do the talking, call me a volume puncher

Frustration and fatigue got his punches gettin wider

Makin it easy for me, I′m comin right beside em

Now my backs to this corner, I'm bein an entertainer

He's missin I′m tauntin I′m takin cheap shots on this trainer

Somewhere deep inside he must be admiring my grace

As I'm back peddlin, doin bag drills on his face

He′s tryin to bob and weave, but he's drowning in the rushes

And Compubox numbers lost count of all the punches

He′s walking to his corner, I'm still swinging

The round aint even over, I just hit him so hard, he heard bells ringin

Havin dreams of how he defeated me in an easy bout

Then wakin up in the middle of his sleep tryin to beat the count

When he′s back up I'm poundin on his jaw, he's walkin away cryin like Oliver McCall

The ref has seen enough after all there′s so much blood

They thinkin that I smuggled a ring stool in my glove

Check my raps, it must be plaster all over the gauze

The way my fist print was plastered all over his jaws

Beat him till his shit prints was plastered all over his draws

And his shorty′s lip prints was plastered all over my damn

I hit cats hard and look good doin it

I was watchin myself thru the reflection in his glass jaw

Larry Merchant, Jim Lampley

Letterman and Kellerman and Steward know it's plain to see

So they can′t even hate on me

Line em up and watch me dance circles round these guys

Leave em with black purplish circles round they eyes

I'm down for 85 rounds, 18th century bare knuckle style

London prize rules, the 30 second count

Pound for pound, kilo for kilo, lyric for lyric

However you want to weigh it, I swear to em I′m the greatest

And just so I don't permanently damage ya, i′ll even let you wear the head gear

Besides you fight like an amateur, plus u fightin amateurs

And old battered fellas

So all I see is a paper champ with a padded record

I can tell hope from hype

Prospects from suspects, victors from victims

You're the latter of the subjects, he don't want to bang wit me

His corner men had to push em down the aisle

Just to get him in the ring with me

Cuz I swing quickly, the leave ya brain dizzy

Take your fans, your promoters, your title and dame with me

I came from the sugar cane of the sweet science

Leonards, Robinsons and Sugar Shanes of the sweet science

Execution of B. Hop, combinations of Roy

Agility of Pernell, accuracy of Floyd

Tenacity of Hagler, toughness of Smokin Joe

Domination of Ali and Iron Mike on the flow

Only difference between me and mike is the slug

I′ll never get knocked out by a busta... get it

I′ve combined the greatest of all time into mine

So I'm nice, I′ve got a brawler's heart with a boxer′s mind

When I fight it's a thing of beauty this is my place

And even if you over 135 you light weight

I finish fighters early with my punches cuz where I′m from

You never want your fate to be determined by no judges

So I fight for my respect, fight for my survival

Fight for my fans, fight against my rivals

Fight for my pride, fight because I'm ridin

Die tryin to fight the power like Jack Johnson

So you'll never see my greatest hits on mix tape

Cuz if you see my greatest hits, they′ll be sent to your face

M′guaranteed to give you hell from bell to bell and beyond

Induct me in canastota the sharpest of all time

Virtuoso in his prime and even in my decline, the hardest

Y'all make hits I′m a knock out artist