Out on your feet standing 8, standing, 8
You cant look to me when you sealed your own fate
Its one to four and youre half way there
I can tell from your face your and blank stare
That there aint nothin going on upstairs
And the state that youre in is despair
It aint rare that your eyes are seeing double
Its par time for the course cause you know youre in some trouble
One - check the eyes for some vision
Two - I seem to sense indecision
Three - youre getting weak in the knees
Four - crying please baby please
Five - begins the loss of the brain cells
Six, six, six - and you go to Hell
Seven - you aint looking so right
Eight - its too late thats the end of the fight
Out on your feet standing 8,
Standing 8 out on your feet standing 8
So what went wrong, you were so strong wheres
The flow in your show
Must been something, but I dont know
You fly like an eagle, but you die like a dove
It seems to me that your name is mud
Blood on the canvas painting a portrait
A slice of life and the fact that youre unfit
But you kept steppin and gettin your wreckin
It seems like awhile but it only took a second
Was that right? Was that the left? Was it the jab?
Or was it this hook?
Its undisputed, but who did the damage
Do you think you can manage
Are you in or are you out?
Now there was a time when your mind was you mind
Its a desperate state I find when youre holding up
The peace sign your name to the contract to get
Yourself some combat but wont that start bringing
About decision
Youve got a choice, much due respect or beat into
Submission...
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