VERSE 1:
Take a look in the future, I'd ask who'd ya
Heard beat me - wrong, somebody fooled ya
They never riff or cause me to panic
Or make me resort to my old time antics
Refuse to lose, I'm always winnin, see, I'll
Never duck you in a battle of freestyle
So hit the highway and just truck on
Sucker duck, you're stuck on, now get the fuck on
Beat, you can't be under, so low, I'm a solo
S-o-l-o, you gotta show and prove on the strength
Cause ain't nobody hittin like Tyson, I'm goin the length
I'm The Young Son Of No One in rap
Like the man I mentioned two lines back
Never duck or weave, just believe I never run
Cause I been crowned The Young Son Of No One
(I'm not only a fighter, I'm a poet, I'm a prophet
I'm the resurrector, I'm the savior of the boxing world
If it wasn't for me the game would be dead)
(- Let me see you close your mouth and just keep it closed
- Well you know that's impossible
- No, no, no, no...)
VERSE 2:
Stop keepin me back, suckers are steadily chasin me
Controls my goal and soul is how I'm livin, see
My step is kept, so let me rule the industry
The top of hip-hop where rap is takin me
Promotional hype, yeah, that's why I wrote this
You claim I owe you this, so then promote this
Cut the sation, my talent you're wastin
Front on this, man, you must be basin
Tyson hits hard, the kid is hittin harder
I'm good at what I do, Pooh's my sparring partner
Throwin cuts, stabs, hooks, jabs, bolos
It's not many, if any, who can throw those
Tyson is a adjective to describe the kid
Admit it you can do or done what I did
My gameplan is printed, it ended in round one
Yo yo, another KO for The Young Son Of No One
(I'm young
I'm handsome
I'm fast
I'm pretty
and can't possibly be beaten)
(And can't possibly be beaten)
(It is true that I do a lot of talk
and everything I say I mean to back it
