Fight Music

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BOBBY RICO

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Detroit rap, boom-bap

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**[INTRO]**

Yeah!

Turn that shit up!

You know what this is...

Not background music.
Not elevator music.
This is the kind of shit you put on
when you need to remember who the fuck you are.

**LET'S GO!**

**[HOOK]**

This is fight music, turn it up, let the whole room shake
That adrenaline hit when you know what's at stake
No surrender, no retreat, ain't nobody playing safe
When the beat drops, everybody better make space

This is fight music, put your hands to the sky
If you came here to compete, let me hear you tonight
No excuses, no fear, put your pride on the line
When that bass hits—

**THIS IS FIGHT MUSIC!**

**[VERSE 1]**

I walk in like I got something left to prove,
Two ears, one mic, now watch what I do.
You can talk all day, I don't care what you claim,
Put your résumé beside mine, let's compare the names.

I got that basement hunger, that broke-boy ambition,
That "fuck everybody, I'ma make my own position."
Every setback added fuel, every loss made me colder,
Every person that doubted me became a chip on my shoulder.

I don't need a cosign, I don't need permission,
I don't need a room full of yes-men to validate the mission.
Put me anywhere, any stage, any venue,
Give me one microphone and watch what I turn into.

This ain't anger for nothing, this is pressure converted,
Every scar got a story, every failure got purpose.
They want a fight? Give 'em bars, let the beat be the battlefield,
I'ma make 'em rethink every single opinion they revealed.

**[HOOK]**

This is fight music, put your hands to the sky
If you came here to compete, let me hear you tonight
No excuses, no fear, put your pride on the line
When that bass hits—

**THIS IS FIGHT MUSIC!**

**[VERSE 2]**

I don't start shit, but I finish every sentence,
Every bar got intent, every punchline got a presence.
You can bring your whole crew, bring your whole damn team,
I'll still walk through the middle like I'm built for the scene.

This is that locker-room speech before the championship,
That last-round feeling when your whole body twitch.
That moment when you're tired but you refuse to sit,
When everybody says you're finished—

**That's when you get dangerous with it.**

I came from the bottom, had to fight for every inch,
Now I'm fighting for the legacy, every line's another brick.
They mistake confidence for arrogance, that's cool,
I'd rather bet on myself than let somebody else choose.

I got no quit in me, that's something they can't teach,
You can copy the sound but you can't copy the belief.
Every time they move the goalpost, I move the damn line,
Every time they tell me "not yet," I hear "right now" in my mind.

So if you're with me, make noise,
If you're against me, make noise,
Either way, when the beat drops—

**Everybody gets destroyed...**

**[BREAKDOWN]**

Everybody!

**GET UP!**

Left side!

**GET UP!**

Right side!

**GET UP!**

If you came to compete—

**MAKE SOME FUCKING NOISE!**

**[VERSE 3]**

This is for every kid they told would never make it,
Every underdog who heard "you better face it."
Every dreamer working late while the whole world's sleeping,
Every artist getting doubted but they still keep reaching.

This is motivation with a middle finger attached,
A soundtrack for the comeback when you're coming from last.
You don't need to hate nobody, you just gotta go harder,
Turn the pain into power, turn the pressure into armor.

I'm not here for a participation trophy,
I'm here to take the moment and make everybody know me.
If the door's locked, kick the hinges, if the road's blocked, make one,
If they say you can't win—

**Show 'em how it's done.**

This ain't about violence, it's about violence in the booth,
It's about proving every doubter wrong and standing on the truth.
It's about that competitive fire that refuses to disappear,
That voice inside your head saying:

**"You ain't finished. You're still here."**

**[FINAL HOOK]**

This is fight music, put your hands to the sky
If you came here to compete, let me hear you tonight
No excuses, no fear, put your pride on the line
When that bass hits—

**THIS IS FIGHT MUSIC!**

**[OUTRO]**

No fear.

No quit.

No excuses.

You wanted competition?

**YOU GOT IT.**

This...

**IS...**

**FIGHT MUSIC!**

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**[INTRO]** Yeah! Turn that shit up! You know what this is... Not background music. Not elevator music. This is the kind of shit you put on when you need to remember who the fuck you are. **LET'S GO!** **[HOOK]** This is fight music, turn it up, let the whole room shake That adrenaline hit when you know what's at stake No surrender, no retreat, ain't nobody playing safe When the beat drops, everybody better make space This is fight music, put your hands to the sky If you came here to compete, let me hear you tonight No excuses, no fear, put your pride on the line When that bass hits— **THIS IS FIGHT MUSIC!** **[VERSE 1]** I walk in like I got something left to prove, Two ears, one mic, now watch what I do. You can talk all day, I don't care what you claim, Put your résumé beside mine, let's compare the names. I got that basement hunger, that broke-boy ambition, That "fuck everybody, I'ma make my own position." Every setback added fuel, every loss made me colder, Every person that doubted me became a chip on my shoulder. I don't need a cosign, I don't need permission, I don't need a room full of yes-men to validate the mission. Put me anywhere, any stage, any venue, Give me one microphone and watch what I turn into. This ain't anger for nothing, this is pressure converted, Every scar got a story, every failure got purpose. They want a fight? Give 'em bars, let the beat be the battlefield, I'ma make 'em rethink every single opinion they revealed. **[HOOK]** This is fight music, turn it up, let the whole room shake That adrenaline hit when you know what's at stake No surrender, no retreat, ain't nobody playing safe When the beat drops, everybody better make space This is fight music, put your hands to the sky If you came here to compete, let me hear you tonight No excuses, no fear, put your pride on the line When that bass hits— **THIS IS FIGHT MUSIC!** **[VERSE 2]** I don't start shit, but I finish every sentence, Every bar got intent, every punchline got a presence. You can bring your whole crew, bring your whole damn team, I'll still walk through the middle like I'm built for the scene. This is that locker-room speech before the championship, That last-round feeling when your whole body twitch. That moment when you're tired but you refuse to sit, When everybody says you're finished— **That's when you get dangerous with it.** I came from the bottom, had to fight for every inch, Now I'm fighting for the legacy, every line's another brick. They mistake confidence for arrogance, that's cool, I'd rather bet on myself than let somebody else choose. I got no quit in me, that's something they can't teach, You can copy the sound but you can't copy the belief. Every time they move the goalpost, I move the damn line, Every time they tell me "not yet," I hear "right now" in my mind. So if you're with me, make noise, If you're against me, make noise, Either way, when the beat drops— **Everybody gets destroyed...** **[BREAKDOWN]** Everybody! **GET UP!** Left side! **GET UP!** Right side! **GET UP!** If you came to compete— **MAKE SOME FUCKING NOISE!** **[VERSE 3]** This is for every kid they told would never make it, Every underdog who heard "you better face it." Every dreamer working late while the whole world's sleeping, Every artist getting doubted but they still keep reaching. This is motivation with a middle finger attached, A soundtrack for the comeback when you're coming from last. You don't need to hate nobody, you just gotta go harder, Turn the pain into power, turn the pressure into armor. I'm not here for a participation trophy, I'm here to take the moment and make everybody know me. If the door's locked, kick the hinges, if the road's blocked, make one, If they say you can't win— **Show 'em how it's done.** This ain't about violence, it's about violence in the booth, It's about proving every doubter wrong and standing on the truth. It's about that competitive fire that refuses to disappear, That voice inside your head saying: **"You ain't finished. You're still here."** **[FINAL HOOK]** This is fight music, turn it up, let the whole room shake That adrenaline hit when you know what's at stake No surrender, no retreat, ain't nobody playing safe When the beat drops, everybody better make space This is fight music, put your hands to the sky If you came here to compete, let me hear you tonight No excuses, no fear, put your pride on the line When that bass hits— **THIS IS FIGHT MUSIC!** **[OUTRO]** No fear. No quit. No excuses. You wanted competition? **YOU GOT IT.** This... **IS...** **FIGHT MUSIC!**

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