Rashid's Theme

[VI Seconds Round 1] Let's get it popping off, Passion, I'm all in The arms got long range and they spit fire like Dhalsim Keep acting fly and I'm anti-airing him Bullets gonna leave him spinning like a Zangief Lariat The moment it Cap, calm, now I'm barring him up Feel like Balrog now 'cause I charge for a punch Here is something as loud as a Sonic Boom, that pipe gon' bust You act crazy, boy, I've been a psycho crusher Yeah, holding a chopper, no problem causing a Blanka What that mean? Throw the green, there'll body, what a shocker What I'm putting to your T hawks, your DJ can get it later Mask up with metal on the arm like Vega I am Bison you can't touch me, face it You'll get two big rounds; Chun-Li's bracelets See, I'm taking this as Ryu can I'll flat your top like Guile Can you see dude beating me? Let me know just how dude can Big Sagat, only one eye to see Poison in the pen, this guy will flatline like loose leaf When that cannon spike you, you in the back of a black truck E-Honda at your funeral; everyone getting smacked up Roses on his casket, catching bodies isn't new to me Big chains swinging when I move like Akuma's beads Been a street fighter, who wanna dance with the goat? You'll get knocked out "perfect," with my hands at your throat Sure you can try to spray off with intention to spray off Two of 'em, holding on that thing when they spray off There's two of 'em, twins, boom and bang, Yun and Yang (Brrrrr), throw you up like Kolin when I choose to bang Watch me, you know that I'm the man Walk in, turn your whole top 5 into Dan Big racks like R.Mika when you want somebody dead One punch will have birdies spinning 'round your head Who want it with me? Who want it with he? Who want it with me? This what y'all wanted to see? Who want it with me? I'm- bitch, I'm all about that action Someone tell Lupe that I really want that action [Passionate MC Round 1] The lights is on in the crisis zone It's all fun and games 'till a life is lost That's why you gotta fight twice as hard 'Cause you're now rocking with the Cypher God Yeah, exit the pick then I rent it off Infinite, no limits of a parameter 'Cause I'm known for the stamina Waiting for the shot with both hands like holding the camera Opening every lens with the focusing Controlling all the solar beams that exposure brings In the end, I can really show that I know the scene Once I get the scoop, they gettin' served like Ovaltine Stir crazy like Eminem when he turn shady After thirst and hot when the third had devoured the verse greatly I was the last man with the first lady I ushered an end and had to let it burn, baby Oof, metal in the microwave hot 'Cause the rebel make him tremble more than Michael J. Fox With a finger to the law, looking like I hate cops Hawk spitting on 'em all just to emulate Pac What's the deal cousin? How you talk reckless and still bluffing? Where I'm from it takes more than weapons to kill something A lot easier to break, but even harder to rebuild someone I show you the place where the real comes from It's all man, all heart, all principles So I don't understand the pop garb people listen to It's not hard, check the pop charts for the visual When I start: allahu akbar in the physical You know I get explosive in the flesh They don't wanna put the soldier to the test, they already see it Clapping heat like I'm Master Chief More drama than Cortana in rampancy I done moved more bodies than a taxi seat When I pick the shotgun like a Madden freak Rub it in your face like acne cream 'Cause it's part of the game like athletes Sidestepping, Einstein weapon Prize fight legend in the motherfucking wifi era, uh [VI Seconds Round 2] At the blade I'm seeing snakes all tryna get put on So before they get to close I'm setting fire to the lawn Boy, who nicer than the Gawd? Lightning striking on my arm Holding on the hammer maccin' when my lights is gettin' drawn I've moved up a lot of levels, turned to a hostile fellow For the green I'll pull up with the stick like Donatello Irony in that, so I'm raising hell for the stacks Pull up as a turtle just to put a shell on your back Damn, all these herbs trying to speak on me scared 'Cause I'll buck and watch 'em fall, Meek on the stairs Seeing that white light, seeking for air Reaching while I hear "FINISH HIM" Two bad sides speak in my ear, damn It's comedy, because you hardly worthy laughing When I let the five hit you in the face like Charlie Murphy Let it blow like a runny nose, tatter him in his funny clothes Stomach shot turn his six pack to a honey comb Let it rain in threes with rug's Imma pop ya Take ya girl, bring her back bored, boom shakalaka Shlong long as a plunger, I be piping her down While you be in the ER like you drive me around, wow See, it's crazy and today this was my only meal Claiming that you Tyson, leave you buried in a holy field No charge army, tell your fam I'll be back, dog 'Cause noone really saying shit, Kodak with the mask on Now I can sit here and tell you I'm the best alive Run up on your set twisting heads for the exercise Sharing all the stories, bite the tongue and spit check But I don't share tables with those that didn't garner my respect Killing, everything and everybody around With enough hit factor to body the clown It's my job to kill raids and kill your prods, boy, I like the work All your dreams fell? Guess you should have had life alert Got your bones breaking bad like Heinsenberg's Solve my problems like anemics; gotta raise the iron first Box or a box, you ain't got a lot to choose There ain't nothing in my wallet; I ain't got a lot to lose Make you move, and make sure you're wearing your best face You only the king 'till I surround you, then it's checkmate (Dye your hair) [Passionate MC Round 2] Yo, to copy what I do? They simply shouldn't try it in this world They looking for a job, they lining up the referrals A dealer with an application, as I'm past the ceiling and admiration, and built it with a lack of patience The villains like a laceration across the backs of slaves is the mastas enact the chain and restraining the wings of a butterfly They come apply, then run and hide in the summer time Then wonder why guy ain't hired them, though I fire the flow, leave 'em on a pire engulfed Inside of the smoke, the iron Mike Tyson who quotes The eye of the tiger inspired in the eyes of the goat Higher than most, tighter than the bite to the throat From a vampire with both his incisors enclosed around your neck I'm one of the best without a album yet Doubt the rest, they'll hear their clip inserted like a sound effect But I need to calm down a bit It doesn't matter what you're amountin' with when it's counterfeit I'm bound to this, saw the change coming like an alchemist And fell in love with the sound of it from a mountain cliff I ain't choose you, you decided to choose me And truthfully I used to think it was unique Sort of like a new dream with the roots deep But now I stand apart branchin' off with a loose leaf And lose sleep, 'cause I'm tired of the dreams of you But now it's time to make it meaningful I'm off that, dressed in all black for the combat Check the format on your screen like Comcast Quit the digital dread, I ain't got this time for this online Facebook subliminal text You got a problem with me? Get it correct 'Cause when I check marks, I'll leave a check mark slitting they necks It ain't an issue till they see me in person Anticipating the shots like Trump as the media worsens I got demons, I don't know how they get inside Split dividers, Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde I grip the nine, as the trigger finger shifts align You'll get the sign 'cause you going up against the mind These hands talk with this gift of mine I slip and slide, and I fill up more boxes than Christmas time Oh, around the globe like I'm Saint Nick Click clack, then you wrapped in a blanket I'm so cold, and no soul in the matrix A true artist, it doesn't matter what I paint with Images drawn, in pinnacle form, when sentences born I catch winds 'cause I've been through a storm What you know about that real life, that real life? (x7) I could show you what it feels like, it feels like When your stomach growls, sour from the pain, wildin' for days Hostile I ain't have a smile on my face When I heard shots, blacka blacka bang, from a block away I can say I was in the paint, Waka Flocka Flame Not today, oh you mad 'cause I'm styling on you I'm mad 'cause ain't nobody in this town loyal I had everyone around spoiled But you gotta stay up with a team that is down for you