[Intro] Yeah Uh Gloves laced tight, heart pace like a bassline We don’t wait for war — we make time [Hook] Bell don’t ring me, I ring bells Hands talk heavy, let the swing tell Step in the square, it’s a king’s cell Knock knock — heaven got a wing smell Bell don’t ring me, I ring bells Pulse on a hundred, let the gym yell Blood, sweat, tears in the details One shot — now the whole world tilt, seashell [Verse 1 – Physical Preparation] I been pushin’ weight like a freight train benchin’ pressure Every rep a rep for the reaper, I’m stretchin’ effort Jump rope rhythm got me skippin’ death in measures Footwork dancin’, I’m Fred Astaire with extra temper Heavy bag cry when I swing, make it leak stuffing Speed bag stutter like it got a weak stomach Core tighter than a drum in a street bucket Arms wired up — every punch got a beat comin’ Sweat drip symphonies, tempo in my tendons Calves coiled springs, I’m a missile with intentions Shadowbox ghosts — I been fightin’ my reflections Now my abs got chapters, every scar a lesson Diet clean, but the hunger still filthy Cut weight, now the power feel guilty Heart rate kickin’ 808s in me I don’t chase dreams — I make ‘em run laps ‘til they dizzy [Hook] Bell don’t ring me, I ring bells Hands talk heavy, let the swing tell Step in the square, it’s a king’s cell Knock knock — heaven got a wing smell Bell don’t ring me, I ring bells Pulse on a hundred, let the gym yell Blood, sweat, tears in the details One shot — now the whole world tilt, seashell [Verse 2 – Mental Preparation] Silence loud in the room, hear the doubt whisper Mind sharp, cut fear like a scout’s scissors I been sparrin’ with my thoughts, had to out-think ‘em Turn anxiety to ammo, let it bounce quicker Vision tunnel, all I see is the objective Every loss archived, pain get perspective Coach voice echo in my soul like a message “Don’t fight the man — fight the moment he projected” Chess moves in a checkered ring, I’m strategic Feint left, make ‘em lean like they preachin’ Breathe deep — every inhale got a meaning Exhale — now the beast in me breathin’ I don’t fear fists, I fear wasted potential So I weaponize will, make the grind instrumental Meditate rage, turn calm to a stencil Then I draw blood lines — art form, not accidental [Hook] Bell don’t ring me, I ring bells Hands talk heavy, let the swing tell Step in the square, it’s a king’s cell Knock knock — heaven got a wing smell Bell don’t ring me, I ring bells Pulse on a hundred, let the gym yell Blood, sweat, tears in the details One shot — now the whole world tilt, seashell [Verse 3 – In the Ring / Perseverance] Bell crack thunder, now the storm got a body First jab lightning, make it strike where his guard be He swing wild, but the calm keep me godly Duck pain, counterpunch — now the odds lookin’ sloppy Ribs sing opera when the hooks start landin’ Crowd roar waves, I’m just surfboard standin’ Legs weak talk, but my will keep commandin’ Every round a war, I’m a tank still expandin’ Blood in my vision, but the mission still vivid I been here before, I ain’t quittin’, I pivot Canvas kiss callin’, but I won’t let it visit I don’t fall — I reload with resistance Final round fire, every second a sentence Time tick slow when forever’s the entrance He drop first — now the silence got tension Hands raised high — that’s a prayer with a vengeance [Outro] Yeah Bell don’t save you, it expose you You either built for it… or it breaks you And me? I break the bell
