Breathing heavy, mental ready, adrenaline pumping unsteady,
Tighten your senses, the action commences, the air denses,
Skills what u lack, when your caught in my trap, so preserve the middle of the mat,
I got full control of the situation, with no exception, Javier has complete domination,
Your fall eminent to this six-minute session, you’re not even worth honorable mention, so increase the tension,

First period got ugly for you, Whacha gonna do,
Give me some defense son,

Breath in, breath out,
Your arms up but your defense is down,
Let your lungs expand and contract,
Blowing your life away every time I attack,
Smells of sweat, and atmosphere of hype,
Particles split, the time is now, I’m in the spotlight,
My fears regress, and my aurora glowing,
Finesse fused with strength in this dance is showing,
Force is coarse and confident of course,
Tap the head with no remorse,
Lower my level and burst to your knees,
Snap you up and rip you down, see, who takes the lead,

Second period got ugly for you, Whacha gonna do,
Give me some defense son,

Final period of heat,
And I ain’t going home with a defeat,
I choose my destiny and who I beat,
And I’ma school you, so take a seat,
Your stance shows me your will is on retreat,
And I’m sure getting my hand raised is what I seek,
Strong basics even though I’m tired and weak,
Opposite to your stance poor, and look at you cross your feet,
Fake my shot, lower my level and repeat,
Only this time I’m coming straight through you, so my shoulder and your stomach meet,
Rock you on rubber, and the referee assures it when he speaks,
The period is finalized with a beep,
Raise my hand and watch my spirit leap

Third period got ugly for you, Whacha gonna do,
Not a damn thing son, cause your done.