| Gun was shot after I was already up | 
| The rule is clear, is a false start, a false start | 
| Two men drop, one to the bottom and one to the top | 
| We got ourselves in a cold war, a cold war | 
| Bird in hand, friend of a feather | 
| The muscle plan didn’t work out like I thought it would | 
| Eyes ahead, keep on rippling through the sand | 
| Once I stop, it’s over, it’s over | 
| In the fast track I’m a ticking bomb | 
| Minor set-back, but I’ve gone too far | 
| I can make it just a few more yards | 
| I’m not failing, yeah, I’m almost done | 
| Can’t believe what just happened | 
| It wasn’t me, I know better than losing like this | 
| Clear my head, nobody’s saw it | 
| I’m up ahead, this is between the footworks and me | 
| Four long years I’ve been waiting to conquer this | 
| To spoil it up with a point one, a point one | 
| I can’t let, let my people down | 
| Not again, not after that last headline, that headline | 
| In the fast track I’m a ticking bomb | 
| Minor set-back, but I’ve gone too far | 
| I can make it just a few more yards | 
| I’m not failing, yeah, I’m almost done | 
| On the podium I’m the golden man | 
| In the columns, in the paper stands | 
| What’s my record, it’s always the same | 
| Never beaten, yeah I own the game | 
| Yeah I own this game |