Текст песни
Count it in
One
Two
Tape on my knuckles, dust on the floor
Temple in my chest, hear the war drum roar
Step with the beat like a blade with a code
Every strike measured, never overload
Eyes stay calm when the pressure rise
Mind like stone, body like fire
I don’t rush power, I carve the time
Hit, reset, hit—discipline grind
Tabla talk in the back of the track
Ancient pulse keep pulling me back
I don’t need luck, I align my breath
Inhale control, exhale death
In
Out
Hold
Strike
Bass sit low like a coiled snake
Wait one second then I detonate
Footwork circles, cut that space
You swing heavy, I change the place
Pain is a teacher, I listen close
Every burn is a lesson wrote
No crowd noise, just timing and sweat
I ain’t here to win—I ain’t lost yet
808 hum like a mantra chanted
Mind get quiet, focus sharpened
Every combo clean and exact
No wasted motion, no step back
Move
Guard
Slip
Fire
Move
Guard
Slip
Fire
Pressure don’t scare me, it shape my form
Like iron bent in a hotter storm
I don’t chase knockouts, I break resolve
Piece by piece till the structure falls
Heartbeat sync with the ticking snare
158 keep me razor there
When lungs scream loud, I don’t respond
I shorten breath and I move on
This ain’t a song for a stage or lights
This is sound for the end of the night
When the body tired, mind step in
That’s where the real work begin
Strike on rhythm, strike on count
Four to the body, two to the mouth
If I slow down, I reset stance
Never collapse, always advance
Sweat hit floor like rain on stone
Still I’m steady, still I’m alone
No gods watching, no hands above
Just breath, form, and controlled blood
Last minute feel like ten
That’s where I train my will again
When the beat stop, I don’t fold
I carry this silence back home
Stay moving
Round not over
