MULTIVERSE NIX MODE

(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!)