[Red One]

Dreaded fist from the Northwest...

First before my verse make Boodah bless you

Because he blessed me in form of smoke from a tree

With abilities to summon powers of the Dreaded Fist

As a lyricist to the world as a terrorist

So from a distance you see shrapnel and debris

And in an instant you've got to recognize it's me

Black Belt afferent to the eighth degree

The champion is me Red One

Because I be the, a veteran, me all veteran

I'm gettin' on with the knowledge

To make moves strong, and abolish

Terrorizing tracks like Gengis Kahn

We be the rawest, hardest from the Northwest Side, dun

And that's, word to the uplifted fist of the dread, clear

Cutting emcees like MacMahon and Blodell, so go tell

A friend, and so on and so on

The movement of this Dreaded Fist no longer will be slept on

[Chorus, Red One]

Dreaded Fist of the Northwest

Gotta be cautious

How we exhibit our style to the people

Lethal doses leaves comatose hits

To match the Fist, there's no equal to this

[Misfit]

A way with words is chosen right to explain

Poetry in my motion, coasting

In and out of range, to maintain

I switch up the timing

Keep suprising, line by line

A continous jabbing unto you, into your pressure spot

I pinpoint with an index finger

Inject, to let the rhyme linger

Lyrically, do a number, in the ring

Physically, the champion of Welterweights in my division and skill

Aging to get better, somehow, someway

Maybe this Dreaded Fist will meet it's match someday

So then I stay, and with my words I don't play

Though I fate, and patiently wait for made mistakes

"Flip