[Intro]

Morgan Freeman: Boxing is about respect. Getting it for yourself and taking it away from the other guy

[Hook: P Walsh] x2

Bloody knuckles under gloves

Bludgeoned eyes swollen shut

Brutal punches, open cuts

Charlie got you when it's done

The round is over, patch you up

Sit down, sip some water

Remember what he taught ya

And you got 'em (come on)

[Verse 1: Ol' Dirty Space Cadet]

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

I see all this, all I see with the all-seeing, glazed, red eye

Phased, time flies

Brain fried from my state of mind

Face that line, face got numb

Everybody looking at me dumb

Wandering till I hit the sun again

Realize I'm tripping and I shouldn't be in public

Pick up that Lucy and I drop it for the fun of it

Flip it back down, back down, face the sky

If you bought the ticket then you better take the ride

[Hook: P Walsh] x2

Bloody knuckles under gloves

Bludgeoned eyes swollen shut

Brutal punches, open cuts

Charlie got you when it's done

The round is over, patch you up

Sit down, sip some water

Remember what he taught ya

(And you got 'em, come on)

[Verse 2: P Walsh]

It's just a matter of time

If there's a ladder, I'll climb

I'll make your teeth chatter with rhymes

The wacker the rapper, the flatter the line

All these jackers in site

I'll smack them up right

Sock them and I'll bop them, I'm a flash in the night

Not a flask in my left or my right

White is all they see like winter in Milwaukee

Y'all look at me like, "bruh, you still talking?"

Yawning, tired of being the awning

Stopping everything that's ornery

It's not me, I'm not God, I'm not omni

It's all building up on me, I'm like a saltine

With the salinity of an anomaly at the bottom of the Dead Sea

Oh stop it please, don't tug on my fleece

If you touch me you might contract some flees

I'm the mud in your cleats, I'm the slug in your piece

I'm the drugs in your niece, I'm the gun in your teeth

I'm the tug on the leash, I'm the sludge and the grease

I'm the smog in the trees, I'm the fog in the seas

I'm the lost cog in machines, yo, I'm a toxin at least

I'm not to be brought up in Harry Potter scenes

If you know what I mean, the flow is so clean

Unlike what my tongue's in

All this struggle's got me toughened

Blow after blow, constant concussion

Despite the hardship, you just gotta keep punching

[Hook: P Walsh] x2

Bloody knuckles under gloves

Bludgeoned eyes swollen shut

Brutal punches, open cuts

Charlie got you when it's done...

Sit down, have a coldie little homie

Come on, just sit down and relax