(Yeaah… it’s Nikola… FLAME ON!)
I been ridin’ with the spirit of the Denver Broncos, mile-high in the sky when I’m steppin’ on foes
Baby-blue vision like I’m Bo Nix, let it rip, let it glow (skrrt—BAM!)
Legacy calm but the energy loud, I move like Peyton Manning, I’m callin’ plays out the clouds
Orange-crush drip, whole squad stay proud, my aura stay bright like I’m sun-touched down
Shifting the court like the Dallas Mavericks, step-back splash—Luka Dončić magic
Old-school fadeaway smooth, Dirk Nowitzki habits, steady in the paint with a vibe too savage (uh-huh!)
Burn like Human Torch, “FLAME ON,” I’m lit,
Dash like The Flash, whole timeline split
Swing like Spider-Man, grip through the grit
Hop through eras like Marty McFly, boy I never quit (woo!)
Mystery solved like Scooby Doo, unmask your fear, I see right through
I assemble my team like the Avengers do, and we go smash through the walls you drew (pow!)
Comedy calm like Adam Sandler, still I’m a menace like The Batman stands here
Chase through nights like Baby Driver, clean gear, pedal hit the metal then I disappear (skrrt!—yeah!)
I fight like Cobra Kai, no mercy, strike
Vibe upside-down like Stranger Things nights
I craft my world like a sound-wave might—
Astral, electric, neon light (aye!)
Heart in Texas Longhorns, burnt-orange soul,
I’m the future in motion like Arch Manning control
Routes run deep like Adonai Mitchell, I roll
Steppin’ in the pocket, I deliver gold (BRRRT!)
Inner thoughts talk heavy like my brother NF,
No fear, no doubt—I outrun that stress
Melodies hit strong like Luke Combs breath
But my cadence still hits with the trap-rap depth (yeaah!)
I finesse these bars like J. Cole threads,
I weave my truth, no lies, no dread
I drip my style in the wave I bled
And I rise right back from the words I shed (HAH—let’s go!)
Cartoon bounce like SpongeBob, fun in the booth,
Sidekick hype like Patrick Star, energy truth
Chaotic like The Rabbids, wild from the roof
Cool like Sid the Sloth, slow but smooth (wooo!)
Cereal cold like Cinnamon Toast Crunch, flavor in the game, that’s a knockout punch
Handle like D’Angelo Russell, “Ice In My Veins,” I clutch,
I freeze the whole room—pressure don’t do much (ICE—ICE—ICE!)
Everything I am is a mix so rare,
I built my name from the ground with care
Nikola the king of the multiverse air—
Turn the beat up loud, I’m everywhere! (IT’S NICK! YEAH!)
Aye—step into my world, it’s a crossover zone,
Every passion I hold gets carved in stone
I don’t need a throne—man, I make my own
This is Nix Mode—fully grown. (FLAME ON! BRRRT! SKRRR!)
Nbrannon77
