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keep punching - p walsh lyrics

[intro]
morgan freeman: boxing is about respect. getting it for yourself and taking it away from the other guy

[hook: p walsh] x2
bl–dy knuckles under gloves
bludgeoned eyes swollen shut
brutal punches, open cuts
charlie got you when it’s done
the round is over, patch you up
sit down, sip some water
remember what he taught ya
and you got ’em (come on)

[verse 1: ol’ dirty sp-ce cadet]
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
i see all this, all i see with the all-seeing, glazed, red eye
phased, time flies
brain fried from my state of mind
face that line, face got numb
everybody looking at me dumb
wandering till i hit the sun again
realize i’m tripping and i shouldn’t be in public
pick up that lucy and i drop it for the fun of it
flip it back down, back down, face the sky
if you bought the ticket then you better take the ride

[verse 2: p walsh]
it’s just a matter of time
if there’s a latter, i’ll climb
i’ll make your t–th chatter with rhymes
the wacker the rapper, the flatter the line
all these jackers in site
i’ll smack them up right
sock them and i’ll bop them, i’m a flash in the night
not a flask in my left or my right
white is all they see like winter in milwaukee
y’all look at me like, “bruh, you still talking?”
yawning, tired of being the awning
stopping everything that’s ornery
it’s not me, i’m not god, i’m not omni
it’s all building up on me, i’m like a saltine
with the salinity of an anomaly at the bottom of the dead sea
oh stop it please, don’t tug on my fleece
if you touch me you might contract some flees
i’m the mud in your cleats, i’m the slug in your piece
i’m the drugs in your niece, i’m the gun in your t–th
i’m the tug on the leash, i’m the sludge and the grease
i’m the smog in the trees, i’m the fog in the seas
i’m the lost cog in machines, yo, i’m a toxin at least
i’m not to be brought up in harry potter scenes
if you know what i mean, the flow is so clean
unlike what my tongue’s in
all this struggle’s got me toughened
blow after blow, constant concussion
despite the hardship, you just gotta keep punching

[hook: p walsh] x2
bl–dy knuckles under gloves
bludgeoned eyes swollen shut
brutal punches, open cuts
charlie got you when it’s done…
sit down, have a coldie little homie
come on, just sit down and relax

- p walsh lyrics

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