Body Shot

Bell rings, sweat stings,

lights up high Hands wrapped tight,

I won't step aside

I circle left, then snap to the right

Footwork talkin' in the fog of the fight

One-two, breathe—keep your chin tucked in

Hear that bass? that's the crowd countin' (hey)

Tape on my knuckles,

rope on my back

Coach in the corner like "stay on track" Feint with the shoulder,

make you lean Then pop-pop—clean and mean (uh) Bounce on the toes,

hear the count go fast Don't get caught watchin' what just passed

Hands up high, let the gloves talk loud Next round comin'—make me

proud (ooh)

Ring walk rhythm, I'm in that zone Every hit landin' like a

dial tone Slip that jab,

then crack that hook

You can read me but you can't write the book (ay)

Mouthpiece in, heartbeat steady I see your eyes—don't think I'm ready?

Slow exhale, let the room go still Then the bell say go,

and I will (ahhhh)

I circle left, then snap to the right Footwork talkin' in the

fog of the fight

One-two, breathe—keep your chin tucked in

Hear that bass? that's the crowd countin' (hey)