Dreaded fist from the Northwest...

 First before my verse  make Boodah bless you
 Because he blessed me  in form of smoke from a tree
 With abilities to summon powers of the Dreaded Fist
 As a lyricist  to the world as a terrorist
 So from a distance  you see shrapnel and debris
 And in an instant you've got to recognize it's me
 Black Belt  afferent to the eighth degree
 The champion is me  Red One
 Because I be the, a veteran, me all veteran
 I'm gettin' on with the knowledge
 To make moves strong, and abolish
 Terrorizing tracks like Gengis Kahn
 We be the rawest, hardest from the Northwest Side, dun
 And that's, word to the uplifted fist of the dread, clear
 Cutting emcees like MacMahon and Blodell, so go tell
 A friend, and so on and so on
 The movement of this Dreaded Fist no longer will be slept on

 [Chorus, Red One]
 Dreaded Fist of the Northwest
 Gotta be cautious
 How we exhibit our style to the people
 Lethal doses leaves comatose hits
 To match the Fist, there's no equal to this

 [Misfit]
 A way with words is chosen right to explain
 Poetry in my motion, coasting
 In and out of range, to maintain
 I switch up the timing
 Keep suprising, line by line
 A continous jabbing unto you, into your pressure spot
 I pinpoint with an index finger
 Inject, to let the rhyme linger
 Lyrically, do a number, in the ring
 Physically, the champion of Welterweights in my division and skill
 Aging to get better, somehow, someway
 Maybe this Dreaded Fist will meet it's match someday
 So then I stay, and with my words I don't play
 Though I fate, and patiently wait for made mistakes

 "Flip back, get into a fighting position"

 [Red One]
 Slip me in the chamber
 Cock it back, toss me instrumentals, and watch me bust on that
 They must (be) on crack, wanting they wigs split back
 Cause we run this, and it's a well known fact
 Never miss, all veteran and specialist
 Messing with the best? Please, you can't handle this
 It's too scandalist and dangerous for those trying to be framing us
 Enslave us, lining up our anuses and bust
 But, I don't think so
 Who the fuck you think this is?
 It's the Rascal, Red One, baddest in this rap biz
 Rap with the Misfit, I get the beats off of Kemo
 Stay froze and oppose like we boys of Serrengettal
 Rock like metal, plus we heavy on the pedal
 The chosen, to rule over the bass and the treble
 For those and, for those and those who be opposing
 They scared cause they know we eat the mic like errosion

 [Chorus, Red One]

 [Misfit]
 We are the Dreaded Fist style lyricists
 Once we start to kick the flows, continuous and dangerous
 To be facing us you see, easily pick apart, your gameplan
 It seems to me, you can't withstand the sting of the jab
 I see the stagger, in your step, you cannot fool
 A master of deception, expect the to fall
 I'm going for the sternum, flexin'
 Verbal skill, it is also an atomical weapon
 I hope I knock some, sense into ya
 Coming way, pay attention to the rhymes that we say
 Representing from this day forth, the Dreaded Fist
 FitnRedi, on the mission

 "Flip back, get into a fighting position"
 "Put on a bulletproof, it'll bust your chest"

 [Chorus, Red One