Hands wrapped tight, jaw locked, heartbeat feral
Walk to the cage like I owe someone burial
No hype talk, no gimmicks, no fear
I’ve bled in silence — now the noise is here
Pressure on my chest but I thrive in it
Whole life trained for five-minute violence
They talk legacy, records, fame
I talk leverage, angles, pain
Every step forward’s a debt unpaid
Every scar proof I was fuckin’ made
I don’t fight for clout, I fight for control
Snap decision-making under overload
Crowd don’t know me, that’s fine
I didn’t come to be liked — I came to cross lines
Ref says ready, I don’t blink
I already pictured how you fuckin’ sink
ENTER THE CAGE
LOCK THE DOOR
THIS AIN’T A SPORT
IT’S A FUCKIN’ WAR
NO ESCAPE
NO SAFE GROUND
WHEN THAT GATE SHUTS
SOMETHING GOES DOWN
Cardio built in hell, lungs don’t quit
I don’t gas — I drown you with it
Every feint calculated, every move intent
You swing wild — I make it rent
Elbows sharp, knuckles speak fluent damage
Clinch work ugly, pressure-management
You fight emotional — that’s a flaw
I fight surgical, brick by law
No panic when the world spins
I’ve been calm in worse conditions
Heart rate low, vision locked
I don’t rush — I fuckin’ stalk
You trained for cameras, lights, and cheers
I trained for moments when shit gets real
Round ends, you breathe relief
I’m disappointed — I wanted more grief
ENTER THE CAGE
LOCK THE DOOR
THIS AIN’T A SPORT
IT’S A FUCKIN’ WAR
NO MERCY
NO TIMEOUT
ONLY ONE OF US
WALKS THE FUCK OUT
I don’t hate you — don’t get it twisted
But tonight you’re an obstacle listed
Nothing personal, nothing cruel
Just physics, leverage, and brutal rules
You bleed? Good. Means you’re human
I don’t smile, I keep moving
Pain’s information — I read it clean
Then I take everything in between
Crowd screaming names, I hear none
Tunnel vision — job gets done
Win or lose, I leave respect
But make no mistake — I came to collect
This cage don’t care about your story
Only pressure, position, authority
Bell rings — I don’t celebrate
I nod once, then recalibrate
ENTER
THE
CAGE
NO
ESCAPE
BLOOD
SWEAT
BREATH
THIS
IS
REAL
ENTER THE CAGE
LOCK THE DOOR
THIS AIN’T A SPORT
IT’S A FUCKIN’ WAR
NO EXCUSES
NO WAY OUT
WHEN THE GATE SHUTS
WE SORT IT OUT
No villains.
No heroes.
Just two men —
and one walks away changed.
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