Arcade Rockstar - DISTORTION PARADISE Lyrics

Yeah, white and black block, Cartoon Network
No bot taking my job, run the network (Facts)
Yeah, I'm a meme machine, and a cream machine (Facts)
Know my way around a sound machine, loaded magazines (Facts)
Any nigga who want smoke with me, trippin' LSD (Trippin)
As I squeeze the AR-15, school you publicly
Anomaly, hit the scene like I'm a hurricane
Follow me, these M-Cs ain't in category
You see, I give adversary time to breathe
Then I make a pussy bleed like an ovary
We done found a nigga with the rhymes, with the cheese
Hop into the booth on a dime, casually
I'm still in the grime, this beginning of the climb
'Fore the light is lime, this be me before the prime
Keep it sublime, shorty want a piece of mine
Flow the paradigm, packing like assembly lines

Yeah
I be streetwise, I be franchise (Yessir!)
Enterprise, know that I got supplies (Yessir!)
Chopsticks on me, chicken stir fry (Yessir! Yessir!)
Counter-clockwise, I'm on different time (Okay, yeah)
I be streetwise, I be franchise (Okay, yeah)
Enterprise, know that I got supplies (Talk to 'em, talk to 'em)
I be east side, NY bloodline (Talk to 'em)
Hit right in distortion paradise (Talk to 'em)

Yeah, the crackers got no intuition, and they want conditions
For the POC to be poor, beat a politician to submission
My dreams coming to fruition, I hit the ignition
Dropped out of the institution to pursue the acquisition
Of a cosign that would put me in position to complete my mission
Make it to the top, look down on bitches who had inquisition (Uh)
On the merits of my craft, as if I'm on commission (Uh)
If you question me, you need to answer to mortician
Seems to me these niggas really don't know who they messing with
Y'all don't hear me though, it's a mistake to check me, you should know
If you believe otherwise, I'll swiftly get to testing
With the TEC or any banger up my sleeve, on magic shit
Get you clipped, and when you catch the fade you ain't surviving it
Arithmetic, a basic principle and everyone learns it
Scientific, I leave you uncertain so you can call me Rick
All these thots giving head in my brain, know they ain't f*ck with my wit

I be streetwise, I be franchise
Enterprise, know that I got supplies
Chopsticks on me, chicken stir fry
Counter-clockwise, I'm on different time
I be streetwise, I be franchise
Enterprise, know that I got supplies
I be east side, NY bloodline
Hit right in distortion paradise

Word, word, word, word
I'm from the neck of the woods where the guns go clap
I'm from the cut, boulevard where your neck get snapped (Talk to 'em)
And that's that, had my addy scratched off the map
Way off track, was wack but I'm back in black (Yeah, I'm back in this bitch, yeah, yeah, yeah)
After the rat race, whole place gentrified
A money grab case, passions petrified
You trynna save face but you look terrified
You know what's at stake when you reach paradise, and so
Quit kidding, can you look at me
And tell me this shit isn't killin' ya
You's a bitch made nigga if you do not see
The inflation, shit is blowing up
Equinox walks, leading two different lives
But when the cop stops, you know which side they ride
An enemy of state, of you and I
They put a badge on, you can see through disguise, and so
Changes we making, when my niggas group together in form
There ain't no supremacy, take equal rights and lefts where I'm born
We storm the ferry to seize your thunder and shock your whole world
In distortion paradise, I'm smoking till I burn the whole shore