Colours

Red blood,I throw my colours up ,

Surrounded by my opponents and-I-b-like and wut,

I'm whero founded, wit my head out of the clouds,

feet on da ground. the bell sounds,down for 12 rounds,

Im hell bound, with a attitude to batter fools , hook n jab until ya black in blue,

In I.C,U, on a sibaticle, I'm pyroo ,attacking blacks with patches and it just so happens

That you and them crabs, sacked it in gaped it, My winning stance matches my grin n glance,

I'm a hazard, like mixing Hennessy with hash and sniffing gas ,on naffs,,

I wonder how long I will the man, the simple answers, I spit prolific pyroclastic scripts in advance

I'm gangs my status is the mantis,now I'm about to elivate the crowd,

Make you bow down south, with blood in your mouth,