[Intro: Thundering fight-night male MC, thundering, low over the crowd] Round twelve and the eye shut tight One more round, doc said, then he stopping the fight [Verse 1: Thundering fight-night male MC, thundering, full chest] Nine rounds even and I'm walking him down Taking his body, I'm taking his ground Then the head came in at the end of the ninth Opened up my brow like a can with a knife Blood in my lashes, I'm squinting through rain Doc with a flashlight asking me my name Told him my name and my mama's address Told him my weight and the round I like best He said one more round and I'm calling it, son I said one round's plenty when the other man's done [Hook: Thundering fight-night male MC, thundering, shouted] Hold that towel, I can see with the other one Keep it in your fist till the last bell rung Blood in my eye, but my right hand clear Hold that towel, I ain't leaving here [Verse 2: Rosa, cutwoman female MC, raw, full chest, corner minute] Sixty on the clock, sit down, look at me, not him Ice on your neck while I'm working on the rim Swab with the medicine, pressure, count to ten Cold steel flat till the bleeding say when Forty left, quit talking, breathe through your nose Grease on the brow so the leather slide where it goes Twenty left, listen, he loading up his right Every time he load it, he drop his left a little light Ten, chin up, it's closed, it's holding, it's tight Five, mouthpiece in, slap my glove, go finish the fight [Hook: Thundering fight-night male MC, thundering, shouted] Hold that towel, I can see with the other one Keep it in your fist till the last bell rung Blood in my eye, but my right hand clear Hold that towel, I ain't leaving here [Verse 3: Thundering fight-night male MC, thundering, all out] Twelve, and he coming for the brow like a debt Every right hand aimed at the spot that she set Caught one clean and the lights went low Canvas on my cheek and the count going slow Two, three, four, I can hear the old man Hollering throw it in with the towel in his hand Five, six, Rosa snatch it right out his grip Ball it in her fist and she sit on it quick Seven, I'm up on a knee and a prayer Eight, gloves up, and I'm still standing there Here he come loading that right like she said Left hand low, so I put mine on his head [Final Hook: Thundering fight-night male MC, thundering, shouted] Hold that towel, I can see with the other one Keep it in your fist till the last bell rung Blood in my eye, but my right hand clear Hold that towel, I ain't leaving here [Outro: Thundering fight-night male MC, thundering, the bell rings out and the beat rides to one heavy final hit and fades] Rosa got the towel, folded up and dry Hold that towel, I can see with the other one [End]
