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 back, get into a fighting position"
[Red One] Slip me in the chamber Cock it back, toss me instrumentals, and watch me bust on that They must (be) on crack, wanting they wigs split back Cause we run this, and it's a well known fact Never miss, all veteran and specialist Messing with the best? Please, you can't handle this It's too scandalist and dangerous for those trying to be framing us Enslave us, lining up our anuses and bust But, I don't think so Who the fuck you think this is? It's the Rascal, Red One, baddest in this rap biz Rap with the Misfit, I get the beats off of Kemo Stay froze and oppose like we boys of Serrengettal Rock like metal, plus we heavy on the pedal The chosen, to rule over the bass and the treble For those and, for those and those who be opposing They scared cause they know we eat the mic like errosion
[Chorus, Red One]
[Misfit] We are the Dreaded Fist style lyricists Once we start to kick the flows, continuous and dangerous To be facing us you see, easily pick apart, your gameplan It seems to me, you can't withstand the sting of the jab I see the stagger, in your step, you cannot fool A master of deception, expect the to fall I'm going for the sternum, flexin' Verbal skill, it is also an atomical weapon I hope I knock some, sense into ya Coming way, pay attention to the rhymes that we say Representing from this day forth, the Dreaded Fist FitnRedi, on the mission
"Flip back, get into a fighting position" "Put on a bulletproof, it'll bust your chest"
[Chorus, Red One]
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