Standing 8

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...