THE B.U.M.S. (BROTHAS UNDA MADNESS) - It's A Street Fight lyrics

rate me

It's a street fight!

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" [x2]

[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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