Southpaw

Squared circle… lights low…

No cap, all craft. Let’s go.

Step in the squared circle, the canvas don’t lie

Lights hit the mat, it’s do or die

I throw clean hooks — they connect with precision

One for the body, one shifts your vision

You wildin’ out, energy leakin’ like rain

I conserve mine, move smooth through the pain

Bob and weave through the chaos you make

Counter with intellect, make the whole thing break

Clean on delivery, no foul in the play

Professional standards — watch how it sways

Early mornings, shadow-boxin’ the doubt in the mirror

Sweat equity stackin’, vision gettin’ clearer

Lace the gloves tight, wraps huggin’ the wrist

Mental armor forged where the pressure exists

Opponent steps through, stare cuttin’ like glass

I stay composed, never move too fast

Jab to the left, testin’ the range

Cross follows through, shiftin’ the exchange

They talk heavy, but the form look sloppy

I read every tell like a book in the lobby

Apply the pressure, systematic dissection

Cracks in the armor turn to full disconnection

Power ain’t enough when the technique clean

I outclass with class — you know what I mean

Deep in the trenches, rounds stackin’ like debt

Fatigue in the legs but the mind ain’t left

You loadin’ haymakers, swingin’ for the fence

I slip ‘em easy — water off the palms, no defense

Combinations seamless, a dance with destruction

Controlled chaos, no unnecessary eruption

To the body I go, sapping the will

Then the uppercut lands — now the whole room still

Shockwaves through the system, vision turnin’ to two

Double the sight from the physical, double the wit too

I clinch for control, break it off with the pace

Resume the hunt — victory’s written on my face

Not just the belt on the waist, but the respect in the room

Earned every round, watch the legacy bloom

This ain’t just fighting — it’s an art form refined

Body and mind in perfect align

Every line got layers, every shot got depth

One lands in the flesh, one stays in the chest

Professional execution, never below the belt

Clean hooks only — that’s how the legacy’s felt

Step in the squared circle, the canvas don’t lie

Lights hit the mat, it’s do or die

I throw clean hooks — they connect with precision

One for the body, one shifts your vision…

(One for the body… one shifts your vision…)

Yeah…

If you steppin’ up, come correct with the craft.

No cap. All class.

This is Clean Hooks.

Drop your best bar back if you feel it.

I’m already in the next round.

Stay sharp. Stay professional.