Sini vs. Revolution

Lindel · 01-06-2025, 05:17 AM

The older we get, the longer it takes to fall.

Be a hoplite on my feet, deflect shots from pikemen
Be a phenom from my street, a dreadnought from Iceland
I used to tread blocks and slice men
Now a marketable sonnuva... the end stocks were priceless
No peptalks, my set balked, I bent bars through fighting
Ascent toward the light, the best gore since Eichmann
Not just executing gameplans, through dense large enticements
Money ain't enough sole motivation - death forged my license
Kevlar chin, the ref started crying when a depth charge was sighted
The old fox was told not to get the mess halls excited
each f-bomb ignited by Philadelph's brawling titan
immoral? might've been - plenty of Top 10 stars were sleighted
robbers and thieves get appeased when the mongers besiege
but if you hit and don't get hit... then you're probably teased
the loss of my teeth is greater than a doctor's degree
I'm in the same vein as James Toney... I could box in my sleep
as I grow older, my will of mind ensures my body competes
the straits of longevity part for the achievement of impossible feats
Life isn't meant to be all jolly and grand
I remember sitting by Bouie Fisher's deathbed, he was watching me dance
- learned to live by the codes to stay hungry
- cause most of these modern boxers today... are straight butt cheeks
A champion in the present but I used to be the criminal type
locked down in the system for liftin & heists and incidents of similar stripes
As the years tally, I'm feeling younger, which I'm beginning to like
Never mistake hard work & discipline for the elixir of life
This is a chess man's game, take it from the old spider -
I'll continue to fight, hoodwinking the masses with the riddles I write
..with my fists; all it takes is one precise shot to the chin & it's lights

01-06-2025, 05:17 AM	#11
Lindel Box Join Date: Dec 2018 Posts: 1,141 Rep Power: 0	The older we get, the longer it takes to fall. Be a hoplite on my feet, deflect shots from pikemen Be a phenom from my street, a dreadnought from Iceland I used to tread blocks and slice men Now a marketable sonnuva... the end stocks were priceless No peptalks, my set balked, I bent bars through fighting Ascent toward the light, the best gore since Eichmann Not just executing gameplans, through dense large enticements Money ain't enough sole motivation - death forged my license Kevlar chin, the ref started crying when a depth charge was sighted The old fox was told not to get the mess halls excited each f-bomb ignited by Philadelph's brawling titan immoral? might've been - plenty of Top 10 stars were sleighted robbers and thieves get appeased when the mongers besiege but if you hit and don't get hit... then you're probably teased the loss of my teeth is greater than a doctor's degree I'm in the same vein as James Toney... I could box in my sleep as I grow older, my will of mind ensures my body competes the straits of longevity part for the achievement of impossible feats Life isn't meant to be all jolly and grand I remember sitting by Bouie Fisher's deathbed, he was watching me dance - learned to live by the codes to stay hungry - cause most of these modern boxers today... are straight butt cheeks A champion in the present but I used to be the criminal type locked down in the system for liftin & heists and incidents of similar stripes As the years tally, I'm feeling younger, which I'm beginning to like Never mistake hard work & discipline for the elixir of life This is a chess man's game, take it from the old spider - I'll continue to fight, hoodwinking the masses with the riddles I write ..with my fists; all it takes is one precise shot to the chin & it's lights