Mega Ran, Wax - The Regimen lyrics

You know all there is to know about fighting
So there's no sense
Us going down that same old road
Again to beat this guy
You need speed - you don't have
It and your knees can't take the pounding
So hard running is out and you got
Arthritis in your neck
And you've got calcium
Deposit's on most of your joints
So sparring is out
So, what we'll be calling on is good ol'
Fashion blunt force trauma
Horsepower heavy-duty, cast-iron
Piledriving punches that
Will have to hurt so much
They'll rattle his ancestors
Every time you hit him with a shot
It's gotta feel like he
Tried kissing the express
Train yeah! Let's start building
Some hurtin' bombs!

I rap books when you try to plagiarize
Say good night son I'm toting
A chrome braided mic my is anti anorexic
Yes it's that fresh and
That should be expected
The message ain't changed just the delivery
Vehicle me and you coexisting
In rap ain't feasible
Your whole sounds whack and so I found that
I battle you cats in a loser leave town match
Come on stage masked up like a luchador
Do it for the underground that's
Where I'm found at
Make you body rock from the ambiance
Rhymes take your breath away just
Like a Pacquiáo body shot
Rippin jams Ran like a cryptogram
Always in the paper and impossible to solve
Bodying the odds without a squad
Megaran single handedly changed my
Hobby to a job
Find me in the bars or the cars spitting hard
Inspiration's free anything else I
Got to charge
Ya'll cats saying the same thing
When I travel I sit on the plane's wings
I'm that fly magpie
Heckling Jekyll I never respect you
You better get special my level is special
Like you can't beat those with
You got weak blows easily I'ma eat those
The Ethos remains raw give them
What they came for
Head trauma leaving the brain sore
I'm the main going through
You rapper and producers
Stop battling I was tired of sore losers
Now I got rappers wanna fight me in the lot
All because my mic is very hot
Verbal rifle let off a shot
Like I'm skeet shooting better keep moving
And then do some serious recruiting

Get em up no pain no gain
Lift em up no fame no games
Get em up no pain no gain
Lift em up no shame no lames

You got to get in shape Random
I think you need a trainer
Drink these raw eggs from
This tupper ware container
I think it's a no brainer
You should have me in your corner
In this up and coming match
Against this weak ass performer
He's gonna hit you from the side with a hook
Tuned up perfectly plays exactly by the book
Don't get shook his style is predictable
While you were born to
Box with unorthodox principles
We raise bars high like
Bench pressing in space
So bring some french dressing in case
These cats try to bring beef and
We turn it into salad fast
Mixing MC's with shots of alfalfa grass
Get back on that exercise bike
And don't stop rapping or peddling
Until sweat fries the mic
We don't ever stay idle it's a harsh
Regimen to get the heavy weight title