Rasco, Chali 2NA - The Sweet Science lyrics

Here we go, here we go, here we go
Get your guards up
Knowin' we got the sweet science

I, enter the ring touchdown ready to swing
My footwork quick hit y'all with hard licks
I'm Cassius Clay
Y'all niggas be the last to spray
I'm here to whoop a niggas ass today
So I, tighten the gloves
The world 'bout to show me some love
I work hard better put up your guard
I spent time out in the yard
I'm here to train me and my squad
My head straight baby me and my God
Techniques obsolete
I want the crowd up on they feet
The world champ that they couldn't defeat
Me and Charlie 2n, PLATOON!
Y'all cats better give us some room
I sidestep then I lower the boom
You cats better call your goons
Tonight 'cos I've entered the zone
First round, put your back on the ground
I'm the best pound for pound
You out never hearin' a sound
Face straight now I'm spinnin'
You round and round

Here we go, here we go, here we go
Get your guards up
Knowin' we got the sweet science

Yo, the ring is now a disaster scene
As the trainers apply vaseline
I come to smash the king
The fight game dominator
I'm bringing the drama hater
The common denominator
Respondin' to trauma greater than most'
As my fatal fists begin
The volatile combination of leather
Sweat and skin is slittin' yo eyebrow for
Spittin' this glass style
Repetitious hittin' my mittens are hostile
Fo' sure the Southpaw mouth star can outspar
Competitive outlaws with delicate glass jaws
Applause and Paparazzi flash
You can not see past
When me and Rasco control the fiasco
Unmask those, untalented assholes
With fast blows to physically
Challenge my past foes
We smash those degenerate weak ducks
And I catch a heat rush from
The canvas my feet touch

Here we go, here we go, here we go
Get your guards up
Knowin' we got the sweet science

I run six miles a day
To outlast niggas, I'm top class
Hopin' that you challenger talk trash
You get dropped fast, baby we rock last
You on the undercard stuck
Runnin' without gas
I stick jabs in ya abs and stay in the lab
Rhymin' goin' for feints and bad timin'
It be the team that'll shatter your spleen
I go twelve rounds baby 'til
Your clock is clean nA MEAN

Swift to avenge Sugar Ray
I'm Roy Jones, to you toy clones
Send 'em back in a brutal way
Rush to follow, as I crush the hollow
With the knowledge and the insight of a
Cus D'Amato i paint a bizarre picture to
Break your whole structure
The texture of your face
Cracked and fractured
You wheeze and sob, as I weave and bob
We relieve your squad
You better believe the odds are against you

Here we go, here we go, here we go
Get your guards up
Knowin' we got the sweet science