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RASCO lyrics : "The Sweet Science"

(feat. Chali 2na (Jurassic 5))

[CHORUS: x3]

Here we go, here we go, here we go, get your guards up
Knowin' we got the sweet science


[Rasco]
I, enter the ring
Touchdown ready to swing

My footwork quick hit y'all with hard licks
I'm Cassius Clay
Y'all ^!$$%z be the last to spray

I'm here to whoop a ^!$$%z $$# today
So I, tighten the gloves
The world 'bout to show me some love

I work hard better put up your guard
I spent time out in the yard, I'm here to train me and my squad
My head straight baby me and my God

Techniques obsolete, I want the crowd up on they feet
The world champ that they couldn't defeat
Me and Charlie 2n, PLATOON!

Y'all cats better give us some room
I sidestep then I lower the boom
You cats better call your goons

Tonight 'cos I've entered the zone
First round, put your back on the ground
I'm the best pound for pound, you out never hearin' a sound

Face straight now I'm spinnin' you round and round

[CHORUS]


[Chali 2na]
Yo, the ring is now a disaster scene

As the trainers apply vaseline, I come to smash the king
The fight game dominator, I'm bringing the drama hater the common denominator
respondin' to trauma greater than most'

As my fatal fists begin, the volatile combination of leather sweat and skin
Is slittin' yo eyebrow for spittin' this glass style
Repetitious hittin' my mittens are hostile

Fo' sure the southpaw ^!$$% star can outspar
Competitive outlaws with delicate glass jaws
Applause and Paparazzi flash, you can not see past

When me and Rasco control the fiasco
Unmask those, untalented $$#holes
With fast blows to physically challenge my past foes

We smash those degenerate weak ducks
And I catch a heat rush from the canvas my feet touch


[CHORUS]

[Rasco]

I run six miles a day
To outlast ^!$$%z, I'm top class
Hopin' that you challenger talk trash

You get dropped fast, baby we rock last
You on the undercard stuck, runnin' without gas
I stick jabs in ya abs and stay in the lab, rhymin'

Goin' for feints and bad timin'
It be the team that'll shatter your spleen
I go twelve rounds baby 'til your clock is clean

NA MEAN

[Chali 2na]

Swift to avenge Sugar Ray
I'm Roy Jones, to you toy clones
Send 'em back in a brutal way

Rush to follow, as I crush the hollow
With the knowledge and the insight of a, custom model
I paint a bizarre picture to break your whole structure

The texture of your face cracked and fractured
You wheeze and sob, as I weave and bob
We relieve your squad, you better believe the odds are against you


[CHORUS]

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