Art of 8 Limbs

Fists thrum like sleet on the backstreets Roundhouse cyclones sweep bruised feet Flying knees hit the face, vigor depletes Slicing elbows sharp, rival retreats Jabs quick, like pistons, slack not seen Crosses land heavy like a wrecking machine Hooks circle mean, jaws clatter, routine Uppercuts upset, wake up, day serene Muay Thai craft, we clash, bones crack Art of eight limbs, ain't no skill we lack Training hard, hit banana bag Knuckles bleed red, champions wear that swag Breath syncs with pain, struggle each day Sweat like rivers when I dance this fray Legacy carved, respect what we slay Muay Thai discipline, night turns to day Muay Thai craft, we clash, bones crack Art of eight limbs, ain't no skill we lack Training hard, hit banana bag Knuckles bleed red, champions wear that swag