XI WK V: brokenhal0 (2-2) vs. Universe (4-0) (UNIVERSE WINS)

[brokenhal0]

''BOXING DAY''



I'm gonna get you, Leroy, because I am the Shogun! I will not rest until everybody knows the Shogun is the master! - Sho'nuff - The Last Dragon 1985


A prospect with promising power demolishing opponents
doing road work dreaming of paparazzi taking pictures as he poses
high light reels knockout of the night earned him a six figure bonus
he put in work with his life loving his wife to pay the price
writing the wrongs of show biz
but nobody ever noticed so he fought day and night just to focus.

The top pick at the betting table a promoters wet dream
see the difference between us
is champions with delusions are convinced of their conclusions
while the whole world disagrees
he was a good looking brawler who sold out major markets overseas
signing his soul over to the devil
wasn't worth extra commas in his salaries
now he's shadowboxing with shadows the pact won't let em leave
as the left hooks connect his head will weave
everything oppose to him will fall a legend leaves
the ledge is steep.

Disappearing for no alleged reason no pinpoints or progressive leads
I step and lead counter your offense off balance
how can you counter with spaghetti knees you can barely breathe
some men need to tell the world there the best indeed
I let my hands talk no referees.

Chin check a universe let em sleep
hitting heavy bags every hour till my knuckles bleed
his gloves still hang on the walls of Ceaser's palace
blood stained memories
crowds in Madison square garden
cheer once the speakers play his entrance theme
his legend leads the next pugilist MC to the tree of knowledge
in the last round will you have the willpower
to defeat the casual man carrying clay up the ivory towers.

Cutting angles at a speed you couldn't perceive to follow
a netcee's emcee I swing slobber knockers at this snot nose
confronting a cellmate who was a thief like a sneak
I knocked him off his feet when he got close
his cardio was suspect body shots
made my opponents look like they had scoliosis
questioning his own strategy like universes sexuality
masochist mentality the type of man who mashed his fist
into his own handsome face to spite thee analogy.

Dear I say broken are those who are cursed
to wear the halo back in the day
back in the day when Halo was broke he knocked out Cassius Clay
the loss caused Cassius Clay to change his name
A secret his training camp will take to the grave
to this day his were bouts remain unknown
his jab set the pace while his straight right changed the tone
as it break some bones the audience cringed
when they heard a humans ribs break at home
it reminded me of that time our universe was a vacant zone
until it decided to separate creating a opposite side to make its own
no contest when whipping worshipers of false idols the title chose me.

Southpaws that are stinging like bees eating butterfly wings
while it drinks nectar from a rose that will revive at spring
It's a art of mine to get disqualified when I start to rhyme
universe ask yourself if your any better then me
why you gassed yourself,I didn't throw a punch,you beat your ass yourself
I set the trap human chess match check mate breaking your best tape
when I spar with rhymes with a weak jab im park-in-son
heartless how im beating on this Mohamed Ali like father time.

This boxer seen it all from amateur ranks to titles for top belts
strategic skills gathered
from backyard battles bent at bar fights pelted with bottles of top shelf.

Stamina from all the damage I delt how many watch rather then help
I stay getting disqualified ..why?!...cheap shots below the belt
my skills where timeless in a crooked sport the Jux reminds us
of David versus Goliath this confused midget's brawling with giants
his work is on display in the queens hall of science
statues of him bare knuckle battling lions
gladiators have died in this pantheon
while universe is showing up at the weigh in
with his girlfriends panty's on
Im in your local boxing gym beating on pro's
while smoking unfiltered camels.

Lungs are like a cheetah that can run in snow
running slow,take a free shot my chin is made of fucking stone
A kink in your armor what a joke
I hope your wearing high waters cause im bout to cut the rope
in the barrio sparring with the warlords cutting dope
the fire inside keeping my body defined for the fucking smoke
From Babylon to Boston a immortal character
who throws his hands for humanity
A crowd of 100 million people gathered under the African canopy
fight for the millennium fight for the fallacy's
tonight's going to be a fucking fatality the marquee reads
Muhammad Ali vs some mysterious boxer from another galaxy
(not some gay universe turning it's back to me).

Quote thee analogy or the tall tales of this challenge seek
to crown the last man standing above a boxers greater amalgamy
Ali came out his corner shuffling his feet
throwing jabs faster then before
seeing it coming in slow motion
the mystery man shoulder rolled and slipped them off
a quick counter upper cut to the liver had Ali shit his shorts
the man buckled and hit the floor the silence was deafening
in his head he wished for more
another knockout victory for this no named pugilist the perfect score
speechless Ali's coaches start screaming
the crowd starts a uproar ; locals leaning against the ring ropes
causing them to weaken ; the ring starts shaking
the screws start creaking the squared circle collapsed
trapping a whole bunch of people beneath it
under the African canopy victory is no new knack for me
crowned champion of the galaxy another easy event
please let it make sense don't let the bad man come after me.

One of the mafia hitman puffs his cigar
walking through a sea of millions the sight was bizarre yet brilliant
concealing a loaded .44 that will shoot through children
trying to keep the champ in his sights but he's not quite that tall
the champ runs out the arena sneaking through a broken door
into the night knowing at any moment he could
lose his life for the sake of this fight
another victory creates a tidal wave of sorrow
another legend to X off the list as he cuts weight for the weigh in's tomorrow.

Till the end of Ali's days he would never get over this loss
it was the reason why his hands would shake
tears fall down his jaw I felt safe,collect his tears in a jar
how does it feel knowing a no named man
whooped your ass in Santa Fe
How does it feel knowing that A nobody is the champion
and that champion,Ain't no body but a name
sometimes the greatest rewards can't be claimed
only if the universe had another plan for me
fighting demons while living in your fantasy's
the man you never heard of
was a canned verb in this great boxing camp of ours
he beat them all with a smile on his face
taste of defeat the devilish ties that we break
thank you for your service Mr Ali a purpose no nervous man would take
sincerely yours signing off on the contract a universe with hate.

He dropped Joe Lewis when they sparred in Santa Fe
he was the type of fighter that lathered his face with a steak
then ate the steak raw ; and drank some eggs
he was the type of fighter who fought but never aged
he was the type of fighter who lost but planted thoughts center stage
like fine wine his skills always set the pace
and I heard the sweet science got a scent and taste
spit the blood out your mouth
hold up your hands protect your face for heavens sake.

You can't fake skills even when you try
the mafia offered him 50 thousand to take a dive
he had no place to hide , so he couldn't shake the bribe
the rage inside felt like a thousand reapers raped his pride
another reason why the crime rate is high
that's why some men run away just to stay alive
sometimes you gotta run away instead to stay and die
say goodbye
in the middle of the night he hopped in a cab
let's take a ride
out of state guess he will have to wait for another day to shine
a bookie crumbles the bets you shouldn't fuck with the boss
canceling events lost a 1000 fans waiting in store corruption abhors
he's a fighter so he will fuck you up just for the love of the sport.

And he rather die then throw a fight
so some schmuck could get paid to sniff coke off a dyke
the scum will extort the art form others have taught
he hides a .22 under his sweats for the day will come
when the devil comes to collect
doing so many pushups but it's really a warm heart
that's pumping his chest
he had it all until there was nothing at all
what's there to prove when there's nothings left
knowing the bosses threats don't come with regrets
Im not hiding a real fighter finds it exciting to be fighting till death.

Eye for a eye going out swinging
with the full metal jacket rightfully singing
cause he knows cowards kill out of fear
when the losing team can't handle the winning.

Stuck in a squared circle how can he see outside the box
a universal struggle running out of time before the writing stops
Im Sugar Ray Leonard your Roberto Duran repeating '' Aye! No Mas''
Frank in Universe's corner whispering in his ear
''Sell your soul for the title shot'''