Under Pressure 13100-037-001
It's been a long time coming like waiting on the end of 2020
Yet still I'm calm, with eyes on the ball, but never running
Except around the block, circlin' twice like the Sunboat of Ra
That's that consistency, order, Ma'at; unable to break the cycle or stop
Feeling great, lifting weights everyday, toned and lean, call that Max Holloway
Matter of fact, like Nortorious MMA, a.k.a. McGregor, what else can I say about this surgical summer?
Child's play, really, but for those who think it's not: do me a favor, go listen to Ye, Jay, or Nas
Now try doing that exercise, moving that obstacle aside, what's the difference, you ask, dare I say pride?
Nah, only untapped potential, lifting yourself up in your mental,
For the best Texas Instrument, you don't necessarily need music
Inpsiration comes in many forms and ways, like solving a Rubix
But you would think I'm Eddie Brock with the amount of people asking:
"What's got into him? He sounds kind of abusive..."
Well there, now you know so go figure out how to use it
Row your own boat first, then safely observe the sinking haters and aggressors
Some things never change, but better late than never
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