Rope-a-Dope
"
The same hand that can write a beautiful poem, can knock you out with one punch - that's Poetic Justice." - '
Irish' Wayne Kelly
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I need to show you me... Beyond the event things got to connect
My team is constantly stressed, no wonder I'm taut when I stretch
Pressure's awfully intense, you'll never run me like vets
But if you get a leg up on me you better duck when you step
Over/under like bets, I set things straight near the end
My appearance blends, yet I never break and rarely bend
You can cut the tension with a knife, I get bound and tied
Found if I'm on display I'm spaced out when crowds arrive (what am I?)
Confining actual torture while you trapped in my quarters
May want to latch on before yours truly snaps on the corners
When warriors shook up the world, I become a rattled informer
Reacting to forces exactly proportioned and acting as borders
Stretching myself thin for what? I'm a passive absorbent
That's regulated by the athletic commission of California
I'm made for impact, wait-class... I feel that 'lessens' towards me
Tell your nonsensical story, I've already checked out I'm sorry...
For weeks I'm buried in storage yet pre-paired to four-fit
To force slips you need everything in your head geared toward it
I cling to medal performances on a fairly small standard ring
Everything they bring to the mat parried like Chandler Bing (zing)
The rest just seem like cut men... flesh is shredded deep
Supplant referees, in the event they don't wanna mess with me...
Stay centered... We support you when you see stars on your feet
Highly regarded, committed to hold ups like armed robberies
Around my team your breadbasket gets ground to meat
Sounds to me like I should use it to establish some boundaries
Receive 'bounce checks' like salaries; Are you gassed or loose now?
They're not even passing ya Stools down after a few rounds...
With these kickbacks you shouldn't need an allowance pal
But I'll still help you get on your feet if you're down and out
It's a bout, focus... My ring's truly the one prize you earn
Yet crowds can only see through me if the lines are blurred
Some girl on the apron flashed her numbers... That slut is a pro
You'd see me on cable if I hadn't got so wrapped up with the hose...
You turn buckled; Bookend the chrome, crooked, exposed
When you throw a hook to an' fro I can cushion the blow
Nothing corrodes, under appeal I'm mostly covered in steel
So these dust ups reveal that we know ring rust is for real
I'm high-strung from the feel of it and utterly stranded
I've painted many pictures while never quite brushing the canvass
Had a run in the amateurs, being black and blue isn't odd
Truly involved, you'll never even touch me if I'm doing my job
Loosen the knots; When push comes to shove the fighters move on
Violent knockdown, the only lines that you cross are mine when you lost
All eyes on me, I'm above floor seats with mediocre views
Which people choose; It proves everyone came to see me over you...
Every loss is by DQ - Our topic is FOLLOW THE RULES
Bet your error converts to the Squared Circle like oxygen molecules (o2)
I may offer you protection covered in a rubbery long case
But I'm not safe, I can still burn you if you rub me the wrong way
In newer stadiums I sell for dollars few can pay
Draped in red, white & blue but I'm well beyond you, essay...
Walk through me and roll with the punches - I have the power to sway
A straight bob and weave to a counter, funny that's how I was made...
Got wear and tear from upper-cuts, some came but seam a-frayed
From the nose bleeds, God knows blood sprayed on me at length
Laughed at black and grey pay-per-views, now they're classics they savor
Those jabs can make pay dirt like old fashioned haymakers
Got shipped to Kinshasa first class for a full-on attack
Talked to that Muhammad/Cassius chap and told him I got his back...
Aw snap, that's a meta Foreman... Not a single blow shook me
If you got this down pat it's cuz you stole from your own bookie
Every week is 'Coulda, Woulda, Shoulda', what now? Oh looky...
When I say you force "I'd's", that's just where your posts took me (4 sides)
Whoa... Tightening the gap between us is just sew pussy
Right cross the face, leave me hanging by a thread but won't hook me
I can't lie about the times this Universal clone pushed me
I need to show you me...
Hopefully you just Learned the Ropes, rookie.
Wait, what?
It's one hundred? I'm not done then - The betting line is in
I submit! I'm supposed to take a dive amidst round five or six
Titles give a heightened sense of accomplishment like minor winds
That's why I can write in this environment and not even try to win
My advice to this hybrid mix of Cereal, Sinacog and that Bayou bitch...
Is without rhymes equipped take off and go fly a kite...
He did.
He'll survive a scrimmage on an island shipwrecked, I'm convinced
I might mention my prescription of vicodin just to tie it in
On a whim... just like him... It's water under the highest bridge
Like an asylum list I let you in on more than I admit
But I'm committed; I just wonder if this defines the gimmick
Vote brokenhal0! I hope the judges make the right decision...
Boxing or wrestling I supply a victory I can script
Hate to bring bias in but this guy's condemned by a sin
That's science fiction; His type will kick out from the tightest pin
The frail embodiment of the saying, 'If you fail then try again'
Down for counts of 9 and 10, my rights to chins are violent hits
Irony is he started to rise and lift above this fire pit
Just my luck I liked the kid... I knew this fight was fixed
With one righteous fist I broke his halo...
Sorry dude I tried to miss...
Shit.