Cutting big weight but I aint talking about

Cutting dope

You see me working out just to choke your

Throat

So when i see you , you can bet its going

Down

If they tell me drop a pound i do it i dont

Play around

So peep the dedication, self-preservation

And when it comes to grinding hard

I pass like legislation

Go ahead and take vacation but see I put in

Work

So when i see you guarantee you feel that

Extra hurt

Put your face down on the mat

When I put you to your back

Buddy this the realest sport, but no you cannot tap

Anybody want to test me better call on the army

Call on the navy

Nothing to lose but something to prove

I'm foaming at the mouth about to become rabid

Steadily coming I'm gunning and running up

In your town ready to cut you down

Lumberjack and I’m back packing a sharp one

That’s my pack

We intend to do some mopping, you know i'm

Never stopping

Destruction that will lift you off the ground

I can vividly remember the state of mind i was in

Every time i started tripping my tolerance giving in

Most certainly times of pain seem stand out to me more

But all of these moments that I ever speak of no one that’s normal would ever explore

Not just the typical day to day or physical struggles of being sore

I'm talking about something more

Praying to the lord

That you can maybe break a sweat and force the water out your pores

Just make it through the practice without falling on the floor

Seperated from society we sacrifice the norm

So exausted

Feel like this is all I can take

Calculating how much weight that I can float through the day

Just see if theres a chance that I can get something to drink

And Even thanksgiving I measure how much foods on my plate

And Another reason this is the realest

Always was and gonna be is

No matter how many programs they drop to try and beat us

If you don't Iike all of you bastards move along

This aint no fun and games like basketball

Waking up at Four A.M.

For another workout so I hit the gym

While inside I feel like dying

These days of cutting weight

Are raining down on my parade

Barley any food left on my plate

But I don't break

I won't break

If I could just take a break and think a second I think I figured it out

But I'm dehydrated I'm hungry when does the next match come about

This weigh-in can't come fast enough I'm sick of all the cutting

I should've played football or baseball or basketball or something

Something not as hard to just pay my way through college

I want to be sipping Gatorade over there with the Ballers

Holler at your boy if my rowdy wrestlers in the house

Who got the eye of the tiger who in here ready to pounce

We ready to rumble never stumble when we stepping up on the mat

Never let weight cutting be an issue focus on technique versus that

And if you do that and you can still see you're the baddest and

Hats off to you, you deserve the praise you're handed.

As a spectator they could probably never comprehend

All the sacrifice and time we've spent daily at the gym

But we take it on the chin and put it on her backs is

Extra weight and motivation pushing on the track

Waking up at Four A.M.

For another workout so I hit the gym

While inside I feel like dying

These days of cutting weight

Are raining down on my parade

Barley any food left on my plate

But I don't break

I won't break