Boxing Bars Lyrics

Intro

Here comes international Grime artist, Eyez,

It’s Eyez, man

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

I 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

Ona 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 I ain’t 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