Jacob Sorgjerd - Don't you tap! Lyrics

In Oslo's subzero, souls get forged
Where Miyao's art leaves dreams disgorged
Berimbolo's not just a move
It's life's dark sweep-you must improve
Drill Estima's fifty-fifty hold
Where choices leave you maimed or gold
Like Palhares, life grips your heel
Tap or shred-both paths reveal
Craig Jones' Z, a twisted game
Enter legs, embrace the pain
Ashi, Sani-break or bend
Through shattered joints, your will transcends
They say you're mad-"Jiujitsu's math?
In Norway's frost?" It's warrior's path
Each problem's just a deep half-guard
Invert, go dark, work twice as hard
Wristlocked by fate? Don't you tap!
Like Rafa's lock, it's wisdom's trap
Sail through fire, study well
Turn Tarikoplatas into skill
Danaher's system-ruthless, cold
Maps setbacks till you're triumph-bold
Fall in Atos' iron ways
Rise deadlier, no time delays
Lachlan's heel-it's life that bites
Hunt your fears through endless nights
Leg reap, outside heel, stay strong
In Cavaca's world, pains prolong
Keenan's lapel-a choking dance
Trap doubters in your circumstance
Their words may loop, may try to fold
But in that strangle, you'll take hold
Gordon's mount, a crushing truth:
Top game's earned, not gift of youth
They're all beneath-past, doubt, and dread
Pin failures down, rain strikes till dead
Braga Neto's calf, it numbs
Like life when hope succumbs
But Roger's posture in defeat
Shows grace when you can't make ends meet
On Oslo mats or life's cold floor
Drill failure's guard, then pass once more
Each sweep attempts your spirit hones
What breaks mere men just grows your bones
Buchecha's weight, a crushing clan
Whose pressure makes or breaks a man
Your frame may crack, yet don't you yield
For 'neath tons, diamonds get revealed
With Galvão's drive, strive past prime
Age, odds-just grips in your climb
Though life heel-hooks dreams you chase
You'll footlock fate, claim higher place
From Helio's time to Gracie's throne
This art screams: You're not alone
Through Oslo's freeze or Rio's blaze
Ten million gis light darker ways
So tape each joint life tries to pop
Gi-choke fears that make you stop
In BJJ's torturous drill
Find grit no tragedy can kill
When death's door nears, go Ezekiel
Make specters feel what martyrs feel
In life's red mist, one truth shines through:
Jiu-jitsu broke, then forged anew