Tyson lyrics

[Intro]

This is gold medal rap

Me and my people never holding it back

You're never safe from harm, this is a massive attack

This is an arrogant slap to those preaching the wack, I tell 'em

[Verse 1]

I get it popping like cracked knuckles

I'm rap fucking these cats, snack on 'em like lamb cutles

And I dance on 'em like Jackson on the Bad tour, huh

You should style watch like TAG Heuer

Or kick goals like Man U, and I'm rewriting the manual

I'm the shit like manure, uh, I'm Samuel

With Bruce, so my new name is Zeus

And you don't wanna die hard

So you and your troops better retreat fast

While I get teeth marks off your sweet heart

And I've got deez nuts just for weak cunts

They’re for the baddest mamma jamma

Sh-sh-sh-shake it around, I'm getting salmonella

From these fresh chicks, I mean, they duck the best sick

Fucker, I am the bestest kind of investment

Fucker, I don't regret shit, that's my message

If you need a life lesson, fuck with the Rem kid

You're aiming for success, huh? Shit, I'm destined

Beats by J. Smith, they call me Rem Wesson

I play the foreign kid at my school like Fez did

Now I'm gonna kick it with a female thespian, action

[Chorus]

Uh, and turn the lights on

And someone tell these dickheads the fight's on

Uh, uh, and I'm Tyson

Circa '88, get right, son

[Verse 2]

Pure dominance, I tell you that I'm fond of it

Think I'mma hold onto it and write all of my songs with it

Huh, call me the Don of this, I'm fucking astonishing

Been smoking on a lot of shit, chilling like astrologers now, huh

See you're playing lozenges now

You fucking suckers, I'mma show you all what I'm about

I'm about five-foot-nine with dark brown eyes

I'm about well-shaped thighs on well-shaped fine women

Owww, I'm about to tear it down

'Cause I'm all about burying the crowd in sound, huh

It’s something so strong like it’s Crowded House, huh

I got the whole town wildin' out for hours, yeah

See they're playing owls when they hear me like

"Who-who-who the fuck?"

I'm like, "This shit is too cool

I make your heads get to spinning like tutus

I'm the fucking do-do-do-do

You noodle-headed buffoon losers, what up?"

[Chorus]

Uh, and turn the lights on

And someone tell these dickheads the fight's on

Uh, uh, and I'm Tyson

Circa '88, get right, son

Uh, and turn the lights on

And someone tell these dickheads the fight's on

Uh, uh, and I'm Tyson

Circa '88, get right, son

[Verse 3]

Look, Mum, we did it, we went and lifted it up

Sensible J and Dutch raising it up

Fire on the track, numero one, uh-huh, look

Let's sum it up, I son 'em, then cull 'em, then cum on their girls

I'm running amok, if you're dumb enough

Go ahead and say something

I'm a track murderer, I'll leave your day done

The way I'm weaving leaves them disbelieving

It keeps their footing uneven, I see 'em steaming off of my heat

But that's life, son, when you're on tracks like Tyson

Nah, fuck summing it up, this is priceless

This shit could straighten an icehead

Or make Christ spark spliffs, I mean it's that wild, man

It belongs in the X-Files, man

And I'm hot like Thailand, charged like bison

Yeah, I never bystand, lead like Tyson's right fist

And you're dead and I'm done, this was a cinch for me

Sensible J and Dutch, yeah, they did the beat

I guess we did it again, I guess we killed it again