Fight

[Intro:]
Don't stop the show don't want to go, back to the world again
Don't get me wrong just one more song is all that I need

[Verse 1:]
Twist the L, spark the lighter, start a fire
Fight boxer, box the fighter, some are rappers, some are writers
Very few are truth tellers, hey, most of them are liars!
I knew evil from my upheaval
Back it up no retrieval I really don't believe you
Weasel I write big rhymes on a eazle
Never appease you, please you, too diesel
I swiss cheese you in a way that's mid evil
I sell new stuff to old people, or old stuff to new people
I treat me how I treat you, equal
51st State Puerto Rico!
I'm at Rosco's, LaBrea and Pico
They'll sweep you, gave the whole block a rico
A court appointed lawyer, is just a paralegal
Roll your body up, Alka-seltzer to a seagull
Young chicks half legal, spread eagle
For these dog sniffin' niggas like Beagles, who's out to deceive you
Rob a brokie breeze through
He only call you when he needs you
Baby girl, you so cooked you baked up (uhuh), sleep walking wake up
Little chest niggas, A cups
Now back to these rappers all posted up, celebration toasted up
Take a flick here is your close up!

[Verse 2:] [Chuck D]
Chuck D!
Sorry Ed 'bout me getting on this track late
I spent the last three months and a half fighting a [?]
As usual, you know how we do
I'm the contributor of writing and fighting wrong
It gets simple as stripping and stupid rap songs
Easy raps giving claps force
A young MC from LA to Boston to just spit crap
Bloods fogging hip hop in ex-spouses and blouses
Why am I talking, why are there be a hundred empty houses?
Super storms singing temps way beyond the norm
South be getting cold, while the north is getting warm
MCs, we got so much to rhyme about
So I warned the population whether or not the audience warmed up
Before they get too far gone
Beg and preaches to call the Lord
We be coffee in that tea party it must be bought
Woah, it's like let me back on ya
If the paint get back on track with ya
And if the people rememberin' the time!
Where good looking out was a theme of the rhyming
All of us, ashes to the ashes, the dust to the dust
Make her head bust with intelligence, is that what they be telling us?
Instead of the media foolin' us, makin' fools out of all of us
So I discuss and I fuss, my disgust, for the sake of all of us
26 years later Ed, we still bomb rush the show, let's go
My brother come on, let's go, let's go!