on, come on, let's have a fight tonight Come on, come on, let's have a fight Come on, come on, come on, come on Fight, fight, fight, fight... What
What a cunt this world What a difficult feeling To have swift right hand And never have the left to cover the bleeding I know, but you know, why
you gotta be defensive with your life You gotta be like Bush and take pre-emptive strikes And the boys from the hood are always hard Let alone in Mogadishu it's a mastered art
It's in the air of New York So everybody'll pick em up, kissin em up Treatin' them like they own, in dis hood we call home Fist fight till we grown and
hard, never a customer Skills stay hardy at the party for sustenance Man I'm on the grind, I'm a non-stop hustler I'll fight the fight that nobody will fight
forces inside, approached a young warrior king and tried to subdue him, but he fought back VAL-iant-ly The warrior king had emerged from his fighter and
[Aceyalone:] You can lock your door from the thief, never the liar I got a firm belief, fight fire with fire When there's one too many chiefs, all the
clockin' everything you do I'm seeing through you faultiness So sprinkle me but not with saltiness The ghetto taught me this I fought for this, I fight
is a predicted disgust. A bootstrap appeal to the light of the T.V. Rock n Roll shit, predicted hits, repeat and justify. Token tantrums fight the good fight
Vaseline put you in Intensive Care With the Tech 9 backing you up like spines Taking your materialistic things like rings Like your hoe, your doe, gold and diamonds I turned this art into art
Empty mind breaks the silence of my life Heart - it's need for art. Is longing for things I've blowed Things I haven't done! Why?! Forgotten moments,
to face the end of higher art Your soul may reach no heaven Too late to look inside for reason why You have lived Have I been dreaming and fighting in
focus to dominate survival of the fittest. The filth of the land is blinded by advancement and reality proceeds to drift away We will fight we will
do to make you stay please stay chorus if you will we'll hold on tight face to face we'll win this fight if you leave baby leave real slow 'till i master the art
[Chorus] Don't forget that the body talks You've got to watch what you say with your body parts We're in a day where they display the body art But don
m my own worst enemy Knock me down I'll keep on moving It's the art of losing Wahhhooo (It's the art of losing) Wahhhooo (It's the art of losing)
in over my head There?s an art to falling down Hey hey I got a message for ya You?re gonna blow it girl Stuck in your little world Fight fight till we
Do you possess the power to fight the animal? Do you possess the pride to ignore the one with horns? Do you possess the art to kill your enemy? No! And
