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Dillon & Diamond D - Comin' Out Swingin' feat. eLZhi (Official Video)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Diamond D
Diamond D
Performer
Dillon Maurer
Dillon Maurer
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dillon Maurer
Dillon Maurer
Songwriter
Joseph Kirkland
Joseph Kirkland
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Diamond D
Diamond D
Producer

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He is universally recognized As the undisputed heavyweight champion of the world Now rockin' with the southpaw and outlaw I know they prayin' for my downfall, that's doubtful (ooh-ooh) 'Cause I've been trainin' with the gloves off, ready to spar (uh) Talk wrong, you can catch a elk along with a heavy catarrh My quick draws like a brick on jaws, I 'cause damage Let me add some cold cuts to your knuckles and sandwich (hip hop) Now you down for the count, pound for pound every round and about You hear the sound of the bell (what?) That's the moment you saved (hey) I'm known for throwin' haymakers Any takers? My opponents are brave I gave my condolences in advance They wanna dance toe-to-toe with the champ, but they won't get the chance They up against the ropes open, I slip But trust, all you catchin' is the uppercut that burst open your lip It's a knockout, the corner 'bout to throw in the towel The sweet scientist is holdin' it down (what?) I'm comin' out swingin' (kn-kn-kn-knock 'em out) You know what we're bringin' (kn-kn-kn-knock 'em out) I'm comin' out swingin' All that rah-rah you're sayin' (knock 'em out) I'm comin' out swingin' (kn-kn-kn-knock 'em out) You can feel the hook stingin' (kn-kn-kn-knock 'em out) I'm comin' out swingin' Doin' my thing, bell ringin' I'm comin' out swingin' You auto-panic All the static things put you in n', round for round, it's automatic I don't hold no punches, except for a time card I broke the weed up on and rolled more duchess From all angles I box you in if we squarin' up Both shoes and socks get knocked from your ankles I turn to conscious rapper, unconscious rich rapper Who has dough with diamonds in his grill and to glass jolts It beats me why I'd beat around the bush You beat me to the punch, beatin' yourself up 'cause you didn't beat it Instead you pick the jeweler who keeps opponents inside a ring Then put the ropes over their head like Rick The Ruler (knoc-knock 'em out) Introducin' your bro-, they know the name I only came to whip him with the same belt he felt he can claim Shame on him for not knowin' I'm bringin' an iron fist in the dirty glove Piston in red wingin' I'm comin' out swingin' (kn-kn-kn-knock 'em out) You know what we're bringin' (kn-kn-kn-knock 'em out) I'm comin' out swingin' All that rah-rah you're sayin' (knock 'em out) I'm comin' out swingin' (kn-kn-kn-knock 'em out) You can feel the hook stingin' (kn-kn-kn-knock 'em out) I'm comin' out swingin' Doin' my thing, bell ringin' I'm comin' out swingin' Wow, I mean, I don't even really know where to start How would you assess this fight up until the last 30 seconds? I was motivated, man, because, uhm The last time I fought, you ragged me So when you came to the dressin' room How did they knock you out?
Writer(s): Dillon Maurer, Joseph Kirkland Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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