Cornered (feat. Medaforacle)

Light dims as the pyrotechnics aligning the fighter entrance ignites as all eyes descend upon my direction/

Hype intensifies as the record that I selected amplifies at a level described as "deafenin"; check it/

Announcers opine for a second; describe my height as 5'11; weight 229 at the time of check-in/

The type of titled defended as I descend down an aisle sounded by asynchronous camera flashes as fans vye for attention/

I climb the steps they -- lift up the rope; pivot and inward I go/

Glimpsed at the contender who hid in his provisional robe/

Circumvent the parameter slow. His grimace devolved into "timid"; he witnessed a ghost/

Fist arose; my signature pose/ 

This image invokes a similar feelin as Ali flinchin at Liston below -- it's the G.O.A.T./

I -- float at the tip of my toes; officials extol my quickness as mittens is thrown/

Mimickin blows as I get in the zone/

History's wrote, I pity bro's insignificant role/

What I'll do his face, you done think he made "Kiss From A Rose"/

I push my fist to the bones, wipe my wrist with my nose/

I -- take a flick with promoters -- keep they business afloat [uh]/

Michael Buffer on the Jumbotron/

Formal introductions; fans ready to get their Rumble on/

His trainer is rubbin the muscle of his upper arm/

My trainer checks both my gloves before he hustles off/

We -- assembled at the referee. They kept us separate cuz of threats of beef/

He been talkin reckless in the press for weeks/

Cuz he's fresh off an impressive hence the disrespectful cheek/

Skeptics are predicting an upset -- we'll see/

Undisputed, I'm named; the most grueling, I trained/

They wanna know -- "Who's Gonna Take The Weight" -- like Kool & The Gang/

So once the rules are explained and ensuing "ding" he's out maneuvered and accruing pain/

as soon as he drew in range [uh]/

He pursues to engage -- "pop! pop!" strategic steps/

Leading with feelers as I read his defence -- beached/

Brawlin is easy, I believe in chess/

Bobbin and weavin; my winnin streak is cheatin death/

If I don't send him to his seat depressed, fatigued and leaking flesh his team will need to dress with swelling to keep compressed/

then I won't leave with a 10!/

They like affective aggression or it'll mess up your record like when you're sent to collections/

Who had a better percentage? Initially lead in the 2nd/

A few to the head made him wrestle until the ref had to end it/

I upsetted his momentum! I feigned a jab to make him block his nose/

Shane Mosely with the body blow!/

He countered so powerful a crowd exploded!/

I felt like Golovkin when he fought Monroe around the 4th; though I'm dominant he is NOT a joke!/

Right as he's about to fold he found his pulse/

The sound of the [wood clapping] signals the final moments/

Combos thrown -- gloves impact with profound explosions/

A cut above my brow is formin [uh]/

He now controls this -- as consequence, my morale is lowered/

Where the hell did this round just go? [breathing deeply] ..Man!/

[Medaforacle]

Okay! Okay sit down, let's focus!/

Listen to the sound of the crowd explodin!/

That's cuz every punch you land is profound and noticed/

If the judges try to give him that round, that's bogus/

Control at a distance -- that's key/

He's throwin like an infant -- his arms are too short to perform at this distance/

Slip-pivot. When he makes that move to miss, hit him/

And at this instance, you'll know that this kid's winded/

Keep takin advantage -- It's a wrap like Aces -- a bandage/

His jab leave his face vacant for damage/

Step right -- slide in a left hook, if he's left shook/

He him with a triple or double like Westbrook!/

[ Roqy Tyraid ]

Alright!

I return relaxed, a hundred and eighty seconds to earn this match/

So, I come out the gate aggressive to confirm I'm back/

Raise the pressure, dictate the pace and direction/

He threw a haymaker that's ineffective -- deflected!/

At this point, he's getting forced out/

I'm cutting off the ring like a divorced spouse; he fought to my style/

The seminal Ring General. Led him like a shepherd but to his detriment/

He sensed my intentions and fought with recklessness/

[Roqy] "heh. What you Expect to win?!"/

His trainer's like "protect your chin!" Sounding like a nervous dad, his next of kin/

This tactic demands my patience; rope against the back is dangerous/

Force him in the corner and attack with hatred [uh]/

Every. Shot. Matched. Up. Properly. /

He leavin DNA everywhere like Cosby at a wrapup party [uh]/

He lost his balance, the ref counted, and The Palace lost it!/

I put my hands in the air in acknowledgement/

I left the ring in excellent condition/

Roqy Tyraid -- best in the division/