[Verse 1]

I think I'm a little too lyrical for this generation

'Cause they don't want to hear bars

They want to hear product placement

These thots are basic and they're listening to the popping playlist

I'm fraught with hatred, it's hard to say and admit it

But honestly who the hell am I kidding?

I wish the children would listen to lyrics

But now music's just background noise

At the shindigs, lusting, denouncing their poise

It's poison the mindless route the youth is choosing

Boozing, drooling, and losing

This shit is so confusing

There's so much overdoing

No producing just garbage brewing

Bruising on my back, life slamming me on the mat

But I'm bouncing back ready for that hand to hand combat

[Hook]

C-O-M-B-A-T Want that combat? Come see me

C-O-M-B-A-T half way Jackie, half Bruce Lee

C-O-M-B-A-T killing beats with karate

C-O-M-B-A-T we stand alone like currahee!

C-O-M-B-A-T call the Army, Navy, and Marines because I'm ready for the C-O-M and the B-A-T

[Verse 2]

Like I said I'm ready for the combat

I'm like Brady on the Pats with the comeback

I'm like Tony up to bat, call me Womack

Woah Pat, that flow fast I really thinking that you better slow that

These little kids just don't appreciate the art, no Cluniac

Sick as shit so I just hit the clinic

God hit me up, I lied and said that I'd be right there in a minute

At least I ain't got the devil in my liver

At least I ain't got scales and don't slither

Mom heard the songs and she said, "cut it out, mister"

I said sorry ma, I gotta feed the listeners

Made a couple sloppy songs

Now I think I bomb because of the plays I got

[Hook]

C-O-M-B-A-T Want that combat? Come see me

C-O-M-B-A-T half way Jackie, half Bruce Lee

C-O-M-B-A-T killing beats with karate

C-O-M-B-A-T we stand alone like currahee!

C-O-M-B-A-T call the Army, Navy, and Marines because I'm ready for the C-O-M and the B-A-T

[Verse 3]

I'm a crazy man, I've really lost it this time

Anybody in their right mind could recognize and see the signs

I conceive I'll be the reason why seedlings feed their minds

This rap shit is so easy, it's a breeze, I'm fine

Forget that nine to five, I'd rather leave a steaming nine

Eat some freezing needles

Then wash them down with some seasoned knives

But I'll keep cheesing, keeping my evils inside

I'm an eagle when I fly, promoting freedom as I glide

Providing scriptures in my lines ‘til my fingers getting tired

So it's tunnel vision 'til the carpal tunnel, brother

Success in my iris until I got arthritis

Can't wait to have the touch of Midas

Minus being mindless and spineless, the financial crisis

Won't let the dollar signs cloud my sinus or blind my eyes

It's me, Imma always stay righteous