It's a street fight!
 [D-Wyze]
 Hit hydro on the saddle never lost in a battle
 Movin silent with the night so all you hear is my shadow
 Stayin calm while the stress factor builds in my palm
 If I decide, to drop the bomb, "Yoga flame!" like Dhalsim
 No time for slackin, I'm attackin like the Greenpeace
 Smushin your grillpiece, until the red juices release
 Servin brains with rice, spillin blood over ice
 Caught you peepin my moves, like Marcia Clark
 on O.J. video highlights, you better straighten up and fly right
 I know fakes like gold miners know pyrite
 You know the profile, first, let your competition compile
 Then watch me flip out, maniac killer style
 We can get down, with the forces of gravity
 "Sonic boom!" like Guile, cave in your chest cavity
 Ice Ice, baby too cold to hold
 Got the power like Balrog to make your body explode
 [E-Vocalist]
 Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! I got the
 mad crazy hard hittin kicks like Ken
 Mad punches like Sway flows, the evil spits red phlegm
 No more, no other shall surpass the fate
 I've taken my destiny, it's death by temptation
 So all bow down, all many crews, all many legions
 so it's "Tiger uppercut!" that's my main reason so ahh
 Leave me alone, let The B.U.M.S. see light
 I live an everyday life, but still down for the Street Fight
 "Move your body like you move your hands
 and I'm sure you can move your feet" (repeat 2X)
 [E-Vocalist]
 AWWWWWWW! Watch out, you mighta met your match
 Out here, training's like minimal, reflects keep you on contact
 The flame bursts from deep within
 Thoughts of one survivor, mad murder, meditation
 Step into my arena and brothers don't even act right
 Anyhow, anyway, somehow they're gonna Street Fight
 Who's the Grand Supreme standin in this bloodstream
 You keep, a stance like Ryu, and throw fire that's green
 It's ah, so amazing that I slam like E. Honda
 E-Vo flips like Chun Li, the lightning spits like Blanka
 Who's the next opponent, I can do this all night
 It's not the money or rep, I'm just down for Street Fight
 [D-Wyze]
 "Ta-dak-da-ya-KICK!" on your face so make way
 The mad man with the fighting instincts that bust y'all pay
 Targetting pressure points, provoking stress fractures, the
 Street Fighter factor crack ya necks like a chiropractor
 Mad intense, sweatin blood through my pores
 Combatin predators, usin my fists to settle scores
 No gats in my trunk, Street Fighting's for real
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