[VERSE 1: Breeze]

Take a look in the future, I'd ask who'd ya

Heard beat me - wrong, somebody fooled ya

They never riff or cause me to panic

Or make me resort to my old time antics

Refuse to lose, I'm always winnin, see, I'll

Never duck you in a battle of freestyle

So hit the highway and just truck on

Sucker duck, you're stuck on, now get the fuck on

Beat, you can't be under, so low, I'm a solo

S-o-l-o, you gotta show and prove on the strength

Cause ain't nobody hittin like Tyson, I'm goin the length

I'm The Young Son Of No One in rap

Like the man I mentioned two lines back

Never duck or weave, just believe I never run

Cause I been crowned The Young Son Of No One



(I'm not only a fighter, I'm a poet, I'm a prophet

I'm the resurrector, I'm the savior of the boxing world

If it wasn't for me the game would be dead)

(- Let me see you close your mouth and just keep it closed

- Well you know that's impossible

- No, no, no, no...)



[VERSE 2: Breeze]

Stop keepin me back, suckers are steadily chasin me

Controls my goal and soul is how I'm livin, see

My step is kept, so let me rule the industry

The top of hip-hop where rap is takin me

Promotional hype, yeah, that's why I wrote this

You claim I owe you this, so then promote this

Cut the sation, my talent you're wastin

Front on this, man, you must be basin

Tyson hits hard, the kid is hittin harder

I'm good at what I do, Pooh's my sparring partner

Throwin cuts, stabs, hooks, jabs, bolos

It's not many, if any, who can throw those

Tyson is a adjective to describe the kid

Admit it you can do or done what I did

My gameplan is printed, it ended in round one

Yo yo, another KO for The Young Son Of No One



(I'm young

I'm handsome

I'm fast

I'm pretty

and can't possibly be beaten)

(And can't possibly be beaten)

(It is true that I do a lot of talk 

and everything I say I mean to back it up)



[VERSE 2: Breeze]

T-Y-S-O-N, let the lesson begin

Killin at will and can still get fresher when

The beat is kinda hype in sweat I'm soakin in

No jokin, D, start chokin em

Every fight is a fluke, that's how I'm takin em

You might damage a dome but I'm breakin em

Just like Tyson performance is flawless

Goin the round, beatin you down, clown

The Young Son Of No One means that I'm the son of none

The fight is over before I even throw one

My attitude is rude so listen to every word up

Lose to another dude, that's undheard of

Don't call me a psycho cause I didn't bite no

Beats are not weak cause they're kinda like hype, yo

I'm back on the rise, are you surprised? 

I know you thought I'd run

From now on, call me The Young Son Of No One



(What percentage of the fans you feel will be coming)

(What percentage of the fans you feel will be coming)

(- What percentage of the fans you feel will be coming to see him

and what percentage do you feel will be coming to see you?

- Well 100% will be coming to see me

but 99% will come to see me get beaten

- Do you really feel that way?

- Because they think I talk too much)

(Because they think I talk too much)

(Because they think I talk too much)

(Because they think I talk too much)

(Because they think I talk too much)

(- I got these)

- And they represent...

- These represent dynamite

Prrr...

- There ya go)



(An unheard of thing)



(- He's young

He's handsome

- They know it!

- He's a poet, a prophet

and many people believe he'll be the next heavyweight champion of the world)

(And many people believe he'll be the next heavyweight champion of the world)

(Because they think I talk too much)

(Because they think I talk too much)

(Because they think I talk too much)

(Because they think I talk)

(Because they think I talk)

(Because they think I talk too much)