[Verse 1: hoarse barking battle MC male, barking orders in the corner] Feet wide, hips in, get that shoulder on the pad Chalk up, eyes up, look at him like he stole your bag Thumb knuckle showin', grip high, don't you let him have the wrist Ref's gonna square you up, you wait for "Ready," then you twist Man across the table drives a tow truck out of Gaines Got forearms like a fence post from a life of draggin' chains He's gonna hook, he always hooks, he's gonna drag you to the cup You don't follow him down there, you go over, you go up I don't care about your mama in the bleachers or your girl Look at me one more time, Dante, and I'll slap you round the world [Hook: hoarse barking battle MC male, barking every line] Top roll, take his fingers, then the wrist, then the will Top roll, walk him backwards down the hill Top roll, you get on top, and you stay on top 'Cause the bottom's where they break you, and the bottom's where you stop [Verse 2: hoarse barking battle MC male, louder, the clavinet grinding] Semifinal, both y'all slip, so the ref brings out the strap Leather round the both your hands, and there ain't no backin' out of that Don't look at me, damn it, look at the twitch above his eye That's a man who's done the math, and the math don't tell him lies Won it in three seconds, won it clean, and now there's one man left Hollis Crane, seven years the belt, and nobody's made him sweat And he's lookin' at you, son, the way that you looked at me once Like a meal, like a Tuesday, like a job he does for lunch [Hook: hoarse barking battle MC male, barking every line] Top roll, take his fingers, then the wrist, then the will Top roll, walk him backwards down the hill Top roll, you get on top, and you stay on top 'Cause the bottom's where they break you, and the bottom's where you stop [Beat Switch: when the ref says go, the groove switches to a heavier pocket] Ready, go, and he hooks, and he drags you toward the pad Don't you follow, roll the top, peel his fingers back like that He's fadin', he's fadin', see the wrist begin to fold Now you're over, now you're on him, now you keep it, now you hold [Verse 3: hoarse barking battle MC male, hoarse and proud, still barking] Twelve years back it was me across from you at this same fair You was seventeen and skinny with a grip like a bear And I tried to hook a kid, and I followed you down low And the bone went like a broomstick, and the whole tent heard it go Eight months in a sling, and I never pulled again So I came and found you at the gym and showed you how to win 'Cause the only man who ever beat me ought to be the best alive Every belt you ever win has got my right arm on the side [Hook: hoarse barking battle MC male, barking every line, the heavier pocket] Top roll, take his fingers, then the wrist, then the will Top roll, walk him backwards down the hill Top roll, you get on top, and you stay on top 'Cause the bottom's where they break you, and the bottom's where you stop [End]
