Knuckles Wildstyle (Sonic Mania - Mirage Saloon Act 1 K Mix Rap) by AmpRen

Had this thought when I first heard the song, and then Hunnid-P and Doryan Nelson dropped that cypher and I just had to throw my hat into the ring.

Lyrics:
[Intro]
(You know it's dat fighting freak Knuckles, and I'm baaaaaaaaaaack! We in Mirage Saloon. It may be hot out here, but I'm hotter! Let's Go!)

[V1]
Echi-do-naaaaa, That’s right, you know the name
It's the long-dreaded, hot-headed mammal spittin’ them flames
It’s the beast unchained and I’m ready to blow
The clock strikes high noon and I’m ready to roll!
Don’t need no blue or orange to shine
Cuz I’m the one and only red from the heavens divine!
Don’t act like you forgot what I’m all about
You better bring your best inventions and I’ll gladly knock ‘em out
Back on my BS
Ain’t nothin’ change since ’94 I’m still the best
I am the game and everything that it lacks
Best believe that I’m back with the fist metal crack attack
No hat, but I got the same swagger
Same power, same tenacity to make you suckas stagger
Better run, when the knuckles start flying man you in trouble
One-two combo make em buckle, watch you fall while I chuckle!

[Hook]
(This is how we do it from the island in the sky, always livin’ at the top, it’s a natural high)
Gettin’ down like the Wild Wild West, yo, try to step up, it’s no contest yo!
(All these Heavies wanna battle they can try let your guard down and you just might fry!)
K-N-U-C-K-L-E-S, and ain’t no other name represents the best, it’s Knuckles!

[V2]
Don’t think I’m down on my luck, cuz you knocked me off the plane
Thought you had a bad time, now I’m ‘bout to go insane!
Down in the desert but the only heat hotter
Is the fire that I’m fanning with these bars, man I oughta
Clap this whole saloon up (BOW!) but that’s just out my element
Actin a fool, tossin’ these stools is how I’ll settle it
A demolition derby and I’m out for all the points
I won’t be hearin’ no complaints if I destroy this whole joint
No questions, I got two answers right here
In the form of spiked fists, and you know they smell fear
Call me a meathead, but I won’t need a burial
When I leave circuits underground while I still remain aerial
You think your slick with them tricks
Don’t let me catch you slippin’ or you’re gonna die quick
Only mirage here is that you think that I am soon-to-be
Deceased but now the threat is increased cuz now there’s two of me!

[Hook]

Credits:
Original composition by Tee Lopes
Rap written by AmpRen