[Red One]
Dreaded fist from the Northwest...
First before my verse make Boodah bless you
Because he blessed me in form of smoke from a tree
With abilities to summon powers of the Dreaded Fist
As a lyricist to the world as a terrorist
So from a distance you see shrapnel and debris
And in an instant you've got to recognize it's me
Black Belt afferent to the eighth degree
The champion is me Red One
Because I be the, a veteran, me all veteran
I'm gettin' on with the knowledge
To make moves strong, and abolish
Terrorizing tracks like Gengis Kahn
We be the rawest, hardest from the Northwest Side, dun
And that's, word to the uplifted fist of the dread, clear
Cutting emcees like MacMahon and Blodell, so go tell
A friend, and so on and so on
The movement of this Dreaded Fist no longer will be slept on
[Chorus, Red One]
Dreaded Fist of the Northwest
Gotta be cautious
How we exhibit our style to the people
Lethal doses leaves comatose hits
To match the Fist, there's no equal to this
[Misfit]
A way with words is chosen right to explain
Poetry in my motion, coasting
In and out of range, to maintain
I switch up the timing
Keep suprising, line by line
A continous jabbing unto you, into your pressure spot
I pinpoint with an index finger
Inject, to let the rhyme linger
Lyrically, do a number, in the ring
Physically, the champion of Welterweights in my division and skill
Aging to get better, somehow, someway
Maybe this Dreaded Fist will meet it's match someday
So then I stay, and with my words I don't play
Though I fate, and patiently wait for made mistakes
"Flip
