Deeply centred within, easily enters the ring.
Mentally he accepts, all success is with him.
Between each breath, he preps, speaks the end as it is
Notorious Intention, Victorious from the ding.
To every step theres a swing, carefully measured a king.
Prepared for the weather, may he end it, centre on chin.
any endeavour he sways, raised a feather on wind.
Peremptory reflections a living legend begins.
Every step towards the ding, he speaks as destined to win.
His speech has settled now he’s level, he’s Geppeto with string.
Each piece essential, breaching mental, with repetitive sting.
He's in his head, a teasing nettle, he’s disheveled the king.
He will never give in, just let his temper unhinged.
Humble respect is suspended but not surrender to him.
There is a tunnel that he’s entered and its centred to win
Get ready to rumble this is Ireland and McGregor is king!



A cut above it all
A look of indestructible
In front of one and all
The rumble in my stomach raw.
I couldn’t put it off
Even if I wanted to
You’ll do nothing.
I’m Untouchable.
Boom.
What cha gonna do?

x2



An impeccable journey, every step is seen worthy.
Your direction is the engine that propel’s a dream yearning.
Intense is its burning all else rejected in purging.
Any pending limitation is a bendable curve.
This is not destiny serving we have selected and earned it.
Deep respect to attention it must rest that is certain.
where it rests uncertain, you can let it live squirming.
Or you can centre it on mastery and enter it sturdy.


A cut above it all
A look of indestructible
In front of one and all
The rumble in my stomach raw.
I couldn’t put it off
Even if I wanted to
You’ll do nothing.
I’m Untouchable.
Boom.
What cha gonna do?

x2

The area awaits, the scene he opened the gates.
Weeks before his feet had ever seen or known of the stage.
sees a left hook his way, steps adept in a sway.
breadth he measured it preemptive, left inept, a fist fades.
Colosseum contains, many manner of strange.
Beasts and animals intangible, let out the cage.
Within a stance its embraced, none left to chance or let chase.
Dance of gladiators, taste a battle of grace.
Guard embattlements break. When this hand touches face,
Challenged a master of the canvas takes the palette and paints.
Many habits are imagined and exploited in place.
Float like a butter fly with every jab a poisonous taste.
Motive is void in this face, nothing is coy or displayed.
No punch avoided, fist destroy, no slip in Freudian's case.
His lunge is buoyant in change, every recoil was arranged.
Fists on impact snap back, asteroid sealing fate.


A cut above it all
A look of indestructible
In front of one and all
The rumble in my stomach raw.
I couldn’t put it off
Even if I wanted to
You’ll do nothing.
I’m Untouchable.
Boom.
What cha gonna do?

x2