[Announcer: N.y.E]

Ladies and gentlemen

The attraction of the evening

The moment you've all been waiting for

The main event

The 2001, 2, 3, 4, 5, and soon to be 2006

Hip-Hop champions of the world

Slow V & Retrospect

Let's get ready to rumble!!


[Verse 1: Retrospect & Slow V]

[Retrospect] Yo, yea

I got 'em son

I got 'em

Yo, yo


Yo Slow, let me handle them, break eggs scramble 'em

Chop them like wave sampling this far more than battling

This is hard damaging lyrically arm savages

Bars like javelin leave you with scars bandages

Never mind advantages the crowd stands unanimous

Slow is too fast for this now how's that for antonyms

[Slow V:] Perfecting my craft, I plot like a graph

Scatter motherfucker's slow like quarter notes in a pad

Who up next? It's me let me step in the set

I rise like muscles in stress when applying the flex

Aside it affects like a sketch with me in the flesh

I hit hard, even make the dead cough up a breath

I come heated like sex with sweat

[Retrospect:] The spect is next dealing with threats

With explicit text I'll lift a nigga in the air

While Vick's holding his hair

Pause for a second and stare

Then slam his ass through a chair

We pile drive him and out rhymed him, he out whining

Because our style is hotter, than the south's climate

He's spitting to loose no money swimming in dues

So I'm a set him on the ropes and I'm a give him to you, yea


[Announcer: N.y.E]

Ladies & gentlemen

They just fucked that guy up

Holy shit I, I think they killed him

Look, he's on the floor, he's de-

That guy's dead, he fucking died

Holy shit, you just witnessed the first death

In hip-hop wrestling history

Slow V, get in the fucking ring.!


[Verse 2: Slow V & Retrospect]

[Slow V] Uh, yo check it

Yo, yo, yo


And you ain't it, and you ain't shit

Yo, this a big dog pound, that you can't lift

I come in a bitch, quicker than a stiff dick

Been known to rip shit, two emcees we too vicious

I throw sets at a nigga head, just like Rocky

Have him seeing more stars, than paparazzi

Go for the head, two to the side, one to the chest

And let Retro decide, which victim is next

[Retrospect] I think the nigga in the goatee's looking like cold meat

Yo we gotta get him done so it's time to expose heat

With dope speech nigga you know me

My flow seeks foes who oppose me

Slow leave them with no teeth

As your words crumble, I turn jungle

And jump from the top turnbuckle

To come down, like a burnt shuttle

He starts gushing, this motherfucker running

So I'm a let you come in

[Slow V] Ha

You I got him, Retro

Hand me the tag, I'll leave niggaz in casts

I'll leave a shade around they eye, and it won't be a bag

Drag him to the floor, and beat his ass to his core

Leave Nike prints embedded all the way to his pours

Have a nigga sport more lumps than speed bumps

Grab him by the throat and slam his ass like an all-star dunk

Even though we two niggaz ripping, we still the main ones

Son even made a sperm forget where he came from


[Announcer: N.y.E.]

I don't know, that was supposed to be the last, uh, fight

I, I don't see them leaving the ring

I, I think they're going to kill someone else

'Cause they just killed that last guy, Umm

Someone else is going into the ring, and I don't know why

I think he must want to die or something

Uh, people are leaving the stadium

It's gruesome out here, they're coming back for more!!


[Verse 3: Slow V & Retrospect]

[Slow V:] Yo, yo, yo


[Slow.V:] We leaving niggaz gushing

[Retrospect:] With no discussion

Hardcore lyrics are busting

So what is cousin?

[Slow.V:] We doing more than bucking

We leaving niggaz ducking

Thrusting, cutting 'till both of their ribs touching

[Retrospect:] And it's impossible to beat us with a pin

We hazardous kin, you don't want to see us in the ring

[Slow.V:] Ha, ha, I couldn't have said it better

(R)'Cause when we get together we clever and sever

[Slow.V:] Even stopping sun like bad weather

[Retrospect:] Battling y'all is a petty waist

'Cause just one take is an earthquake

When you're fucking with heavyweights

[Slow.V:] We burry any estate

We slowly stopping your fate

We put a beating to a heathen

Like we're sporting a cape, yea


[Chorus]


We double trouble, willing and able, ready for scuffles

Spit large, heavy with muscles

Jeury will crush you Slow V will snuff you

Hot facts ready to rumble, lines that'll punch you

Tag Team, so what you gon do


We squash beef motherfuckers get ready to scrap

We hot heat motherfuckers get ready to blast

Two niggaz ready to clash, in fact ending your wrath

It's tag team motherfuckers get ready to tag