Attention, attention! All rise
The ultimate battle, the ultimate prize
They fight in the ring and they fight in the sky
There’s only the winners, there won’t be a tie
Strap yourself in, we’re about to begin
The maaain event, the bout the end
Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls
Welcome to the wooooorld tournament

Soon as the fightin’ start, I’m striking like a lightning spark
I hope the mic is on, I hype the audience but frighten y’all
Competition sitting’ in a puddle of their piss and
These chickens stricken with indecision
They don’t want collisions
Come and get it, I warned you not to test me
I mastered a flawless technique - more think, less speak
Hittin’ ya right and left cheek
Finish it with a leg sweep
I'm flingin' you out the arena, see ya!
Kickin’ you into next week
Time out - let’s eat
My belly is my adversary
Skip the deli, just a break
For tea and cake, pass the jelly
That was heavy
But I’m only steady when I’m energized
Full and sweaty, wait - was there spaghetti?
Anyway, I’m ready! don’t get it twisted I’m deadly
When I win the whole thing
I’m tossin’ zeni like confetti
Unlike many, I’m a true martial artists
My life is dedicated to training, sonny I’m starving.

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I roll up with a hoody on my head
Cloaked, just watching
Taking notes with a book and a pen
I'll leave you cookin' just for lookin' at Shen
I fight dirty, I mean really
Flickin' boogers and phlegm
Somethin' foul will make you chuck the towel
Let's see you chuckle now
I sit a sucka down with my drunken style
Buck-a-BLOW!
Play thug and get punched in the mug
Face all covered in blood
Drug through the muck and mud
Jackie Chun gettin' smacked for fun
The moment your attack is done
I suggest you pack and run
I'm the SON
The one to make you wonder
Whether you were ever even meant to win
Or learn a lesson
True power's an internal possession
If you seek it, you don't peak
It's an eternal progression
So heed the word of the turtle hermit's suggestions
I hurdle herbs in a second
I am certainly flexin'!

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The finalist - swellin' up ya eyes and lips
Iron fist, beat you on repeat like when vinyl skips
I'm a hybrid mix of Ghandi and karate flicks
Extra griminess, I'm leavin' X's on your irises
You're no match, I'm solid, you polka dot
Throw you in a choke
Poke ya eyes, tie ya throat in knots
The perfect photo-op
Honey take a pic... yo!
Where' my shorty go??
I told her she's supposed to watch
Oh my god!
I think they ought to go and round the meds
I'll pound ya chin, stars circlin’ around ya head
Knock you down again
Son, you got til the count to 10
Sound the bells, blare the horns
Bring the flowers in
Thousands of men and women chanting my name
But I can't complain
It's a champion's game

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