Boxing Bars by Eyez Lyrics
[Intro]
Here comes international Grime artist, Eyez!
Eyez, man!
[Verse]
I don’t box like Dillian Whyte
But I’ve got boxes if you’re dealing with white
That’s nine ounces in both of my hands
Come like the gloves on Dillian Whyte
Come from the red side, I rep for the corner
But I don't fight like Dereck Chisora
Get me the borer
Thoughts in my head and it's torture
Me, I'm good friends with your daughter
Other man can't swing with me
Or go toe-to-toe in the ring with me
Or do circuits in the Gym with me
How can they be the king when I'm "Prince" Naseem?
Run up on a man in a bally in a strally
Me and Muhammed catch them slipping in the Ali
I don't fight like Joe Calzaghe
One scram, two man on a Kawasaki
Bouncers didn't wanna let me in the club cah' they're picky
And I've got my Hatton like Ricky
So I had to have it out with the doorman
I put man to sleep like Nathan Gorman
Bring about five man through to my tour, man
Name's not George, but man are all Forman
You don't want war, man
Are you really sure, man?
Big right uppercut that'll make his jaw hang
Ref better ring the alarms
Got techniques at swinging arms
Fight with fists but I've still got tings in palms
From Derbs, Amir like Khan
Them man are Brook like Kelly
Ain't got a penny
Still going halves on a twenty
Man, I got an awkward style like "Sugar" Ray Lenny
Tekky, I'm ready when you're ready
I don't fight like Anthony Josh
Get my hands on a kosh
Them mans getting crushed
How many man shout "gang" that are posh?
All of your mandem are washed
It's like, walk on my block then you're taking a risk
I don't care if your name's not Chris cah' I'll still take Eubank
Run up on man in a bally and a durag
Pussyhole, tell me where the food's at
I'm from the city of the Rolls Royce
Man can't speak for me, I've got my own voice
He don't wanna scrap? He's got no choice
Cah' I'm a big juggernaut like Joe Joyce
Yeah, don't say my name in vein
Deal with Stardawg but I give David Hayes
Move at an amazing pace
Big right hook that will rattle his brain
I got hands like Pacquiao
Uppercut, bang him out
Eyes in the back of his head, now he's blacking out
Tongue's all hanging out
Coaches dash his towels
Ting on my waist and I'll back it out
Yeah, don't get brave on the wrong day
I'll leave man on the Ward like Andre
Got a french ting but she don't speak Anglais
Prowler, she's Wilder than Deontay
Yeah, see me on the Mike like Tyson
Normal, see me on a set with my guys from Walsall
Cali pack landed, arrived in Cornwall (Stinky!)
Never had a fight in your life, that's awful
But I'm known to get dough
140, don't slow the tempo
Combos come like Lomachenko
You're talking gang, you don't know the ends, though
I'm a big belly boy like Butter Bean
I've got gloves on my hands, that's one on each
I've got cats on the line, want one of each
I've got buds on my hands like Chong & Cheech
Them man inject roids
He's not hench, that's void
I've never been boyed
From a junior, I've been on my Jones like Roy
Undefeated like Floyd
I just want to kick back on an Island
Seashore looking Sandy like Ryan
Them man think they're gang but they're hiding
You don't wanna see my Fury like Tyson
No gloves on my hands when I'm fighting
If I've got gloves on my hands, I'm riding
Grinding, I just want Mills like Myron
Rising, true say my life's exciting (It's Eyez, man!)
I'm a five-star barrer
Ever since Joseph gave me that Parker
Sip a likkle one water in the corner
Still tryna look for the plug like charger (Where's he at?)
And I'm about, I'm about
Knock man down, now he's out for the count
Them man go one round and they're out
Knock man down, now he's out for the count
Big belly boy like Andy Ruiz (Fat boy!)
I don't think man can handle the speed
I want my licence back like Ty Mitchell
They don't want me back on the scene
When you hear Eyez, that name means danger
My chick fights like Katie Taylor
Came from the East of the mids like Froch
I'm a certified boxer, ask my trainer
How many times does a man have to tell you
Pull up at Anthony's Yarde, I won't Bellew
I got loud in a bag that's smell-proof
Can't sell to the cats I sell to
Girl from Breazeale, she ain't got a Price
AJ, I've been the champion twice
Life is a gamble, roll the dice
Everybody wanna give me their advice
I'm a top boy if you didn't know
See man in front of the video
Never lost a fight like Billy Joe
Always got green in my hand like Piccolo
I'm Garcia improving
Come like Canelo with movement
I'm a triple G, ain't losing
Punch man, make sure it's filmed by Kugan
Here comes international Grime artist, Eyez!
Eyez, man!
[Verse]
I don’t box like Dillian Whyte
But I’ve got boxes if you’re dealing with white
That’s nine ounces in both of my hands
Come like the gloves on Dillian Whyte
Come from the red side, I rep for the corner
But I don't fight like Dereck Chisora
Get me the borer
Thoughts in my head and it's torture
Me, I'm good friends with your daughter
Other man can't swing with me
Or go toe-to-toe in the ring with me
Or do circuits in the Gym with me
How can they be the king when I'm "Prince" Naseem?
Run up on a man in a bally in a strally
Me and Muhammed catch them slipping in the Ali
I don't fight like Joe Calzaghe
One scram, two man on a Kawasaki
Bouncers didn't wanna let me in the club cah' they're picky
And I've got my Hatton like Ricky
So I had to have it out with the doorman
I put man to sleep like Nathan Gorman
Bring about five man through to my tour, man
Name's not George, but man are all Forman
You don't want war, man
Are you really sure, man?
Big right uppercut that'll make his jaw hang
Ref better ring the alarms
Got techniques at swinging arms
Fight with fists but I've still got tings in palms
From Derbs, Amir like Khan
Them man are Brook like Kelly
Ain't got a penny
Still going halves on a twenty
Man, I got an awkward style like "Sugar" Ray Lenny
Tekky, I'm ready when you're ready
I don't fight like Anthony Josh
Get my hands on a kosh
Them mans getting crushed
How many man shout "gang" that are posh?
All of your mandem are washed
It's like, walk on my block then you're taking a risk
I don't care if your name's not Chris cah' I'll still take Eubank
Run up on man in a bally and a durag
Pussyhole, tell me where the food's at
I'm from the city of the Rolls Royce
Man can't speak for me, I've got my own voice
He don't wanna scrap? He's got no choice
Cah' I'm a big juggernaut like Joe Joyce
Yeah, don't say my name in vein
Deal with Stardawg but I give David Hayes
Move at an amazing pace
Big right hook that will rattle his brain
I got hands like Pacquiao
Uppercut, bang him out
Eyes in the back of his head, now he's blacking out
Tongue's all hanging out
Coaches dash his towels
Ting on my waist and I'll back it out
Yeah, don't get brave on the wrong day
I'll leave man on the Ward like Andre
Got a french ting but she don't speak Anglais
Prowler, she's Wilder than Deontay
Yeah, see me on the Mike like Tyson
Normal, see me on a set with my guys from Walsall
Cali pack landed, arrived in Cornwall (Stinky!)
Never had a fight in your life, that's awful
But I'm known to get dough
140, don't slow the tempo
Combos come like Lomachenko
You're talking gang, you don't know the ends, though
I'm a big belly boy like Butter Bean
I've got gloves on my hands, that's one on each
I've got cats on the line, want one of each
I've got buds on my hands like Chong & Cheech
Them man inject roids
He's not hench, that's void
I've never been boyed
From a junior, I've been on my Jones like Roy
Undefeated like Floyd
I just want to kick back on an Island
Seashore looking Sandy like Ryan
Them man think they're gang but they're hiding
You don't wanna see my Fury like Tyson
No gloves on my hands when I'm fighting
If I've got gloves on my hands, I'm riding
Grinding, I just want Mills like Myron
Rising, true say my life's exciting (It's Eyez, man!)
I'm a five-star barrer
Ever since Joseph gave me that Parker
Sip a likkle one water in the corner
Still tryna look for the plug like charger (Where's he at?)
And I'm about, I'm about
Knock man down, now he's out for the count
Them man go one round and they're out
Knock man down, now he's out for the count
Big belly boy like Andy Ruiz (Fat boy!)
I don't think man can handle the speed
I want my licence back like Ty Mitchell
They don't want me back on the scene
When you hear Eyez, that name means danger
My chick fights like Katie Taylor
Came from the East of the mids like Froch
I'm a certified boxer, ask my trainer
How many times does a man have to tell you
Pull up at Anthony's Yarde, I won't Bellew
I got loud in a bag that's smell-proof
Can't sell to the cats I sell to
Girl from Breazeale, she ain't got a Price
AJ, I've been the champion twice
Life is a gamble, roll the dice
Everybody wanna give me their advice
I'm a top boy if you didn't know
See man in front of the video
Never lost a fight like Billy Joe
Always got green in my hand like Piccolo
I'm Garcia improving
Come like Canelo with movement
I'm a triple G, ain't losing
Punch man, make sure it's filmed by Kugan