D J Жэка — Tunnel Vision

Check the pulse.
Sweat on the brow, hands wrapped tight, no b-b-b-b- Never back down.
Never back down. Yeah.
Never back down.
Tunnel vision on my vision, I'm efficient, never second in the crowd, no.
Yeah,
yeah. Last pow, whip a triple jumping fast, now I live and breath, gotta make it last.
Locked in, never lack in sight, adrenaline surge, ready for the fight.
Pulse a-jumping out my chin, pure blood underneath the skin.
Heart knocking like a battering ram.
Man, they don't understand who I am.
Boots on turf, stand on line, ready to claim what is mine.
Fists mocked, fist tight, jaw locked hard, focused on target in the yard.
Vision narrow, world turning black.
Point of no return, no running back.