[Intro]
Standing at 6’2”, fighting outta Casper, Wyoming
The one, the only, Nizzy Motherf***ing Nick!
*Bell rings, crowd roars*
[Verse]
Knuckles raw, hands wrapped in the gospel,
Swing heavy, break bread, apostles in the hostile,
Breath sharp, jab snapping like a mousetrap,
Feet shuffle smooth, quick like a housecat.
Sweat drips, dreams stitched into my gloves,
Canvas tells the story, war painted in blood.
Every punch a scripture, verses in the clinch,
Victory’s the prize, but the grind is the pinch.
[Chorus]
Throw the hook, dodge the jab, hands up, stay slick,
I’m the champ, I’m the king, I’m Nizzy Motherf***ing Nick.
Clock’s ticking, heart thumping, crowd’s hype, don’t quit,
It’s my ring, it’s my time, it’s my fight, I’m it.
[Verse 2]
Born in the Rockies, heart carved from granite,
Hunger in my chest, no feast, just famine.
Shadowbox demons, spar with the devil,
Every round’s a climb, gloves scrape the next level.
No shortcuts, run the hills till my legs fold,
Chasing the sunrise, sweating out the cold.
Coach barking orders, combos in the mirror,
Reflections of a king, crown getting nearer.