[Verse 1: MC Enoch]
Technique molded in the slums of Thailand
Mystique unfolded, octagon that's my land
Physique conditioned, Training up or downtown
Unique vision, eight limbs coming inbound
Antique style but it's highly effective
Because I seek to inspire but it's widely subjective
Misspeak you in a pile totally ineffective
Sneak around the trip wire to complete the objective
Fight all night and all day like I Nai Khanom Tom
And I might just ignite like I'm wielding a bomb
Mid-air elbow strike now your vision is blurry
Amid despair I endow and envision the fury
I ain't showing no mercy, This the fight of your life
Now I'm throwing them early and I'm sharp as a knife
While you're showing unworthy I just land them precise
Now you're knowing to scurry because I'm taking my slice
[Hook: MC Enoch] x2
I fight for the competition not just for the fun
Art of eight limbs, hit your a** with every one
Art of eight limbs, hit your a** with every one
Art of eight limbs, hit your a** with every one
[Verse 2: MC Enoch]
Clinched up and I'm going for the take down
Tripped up, now you're knowing that it's my town
And It's my crown, Going to wear the belt
Dealt with the competition, don't need no help
That's just how I felt flying through the air
Cobra punch to the throat, you never had a prayer
Leave you in despair, In need of a treatment
Reverse horizontal elbow is what you'll meet with
It ain't no secret, You could never prevent
Jump kick to the forehead will make you repent
Welcome to my event, Time to knuckle up
Hit you with that spinning back fist so buckle up
Right to the gut, now you clenched over
A knight with his strut entrenched with exposure
The sight in my clutch, Avenged my composure
Muay Thai is an art and there is none doper
[Hook: MC Enoch] x6