Arcade Rockstar - STICK FIGHT Lyrics

And so this is where the story begins, where mice become men
No time to make friends or to make amends
We have entered a space where clocks do not spin
So don't make no haste, respect your brethren
Or get your head laced with substances
Can't catch a case with no murder weapon
The look on your face when life meets its end
Couldn't replicate if you saw God stand
So listen man, I been sitting on the sidelines
Putting shit together, while my niggas commit drive-bys
Shooting one another, senseless shit'll make your eyes wide
Watch your surroundings, learn a thing or two to survive
In the state of NY where niggas work in hiveminds
Slaving to society, the corporate entities
Suck the life out us, you and me, no one's safe you see
It's monotony, of the third degree, don't need a pedigree
To get dogged, like you overheat, get too hot and get rocked
Like sedimentary, it's elementary, the gat's cocked
Armed to the teeth, dental surgery
Shots got you dancing for real, we be drilling
Think this shit's a game till you about to die
Shells fly, hell's nigh, make you go blind
A bullet with your name, headed to your eye
Hole through your brain, shit out your behind
Piece wise, you'll see demise cuz
My faction split you in half, that's a fraction
Of the action on the block bitch
Packing on the back end, I ain't frontin'
We could stick fight
High noon or midnight
Rock paper scissors with your head, like
We could stick fight
High noon or midnight
Rock paper scissors with your head, like
We could stick fight
High noon or midnight
Rock paper scissors with your head, like
We could stick fight
High noon or midnight
Rock paper scissors with your head, like
12 cops brutalize more than one-time (Why?)
Dred Scott, race relations on the decline (Why?)
Wait a day for the next trending lie (Why?)
Inclined to believe the propaganda (Why)
In no time, chronicle capitalize (Ain't no way)
It's fine if it makes the ratings climb (Nuh-uh)
Clowns cutting checks, certain they playing chess
In the circus, there's no time to rest
Opps at your door, niggas running out of things to kill for
Blow ya brains out, body bleedin' through the floor
Grieving family, only wishes you received more (Talk-talk to 'em, talk to 'em, talk to 'em)
Time to do the things that y'all had in store
Drum beats boomin' like a C4, terrorism is born (Talk-talk to 'em, talk to 'em)
How do we settle the score?
Peace ain't an option anymore, this war (Talk-talk to 'em, talk to 'em)
Stick to you, lit the fuse, and turn blood into gore
Take this as a warning to these rap whores
Think an 808'll shake a listener to their core
Nevermore, niggas test you with a pen and paper
Won't address you by name, subliminally hate
On the lowkey, till I bring catastrophe
Pussies won't retaliate, but'll join your team
In reality, fake, like the industry
Step up like PG and I shoot for three
Mastery of this rap shit as you can see
Delivery be on par with the majesty
It ain't Uber Eats for these niggas wanting some beef
When I say that I'll hit you with hot delivery
If you cross me, I will ensure that we will see
On the mic just how real a nigga claims to be
Made you history, for the bloodlust I thirst
If you shoot first, go rehearse for the hearse
We could stick fight
High noon or midnight
Rock paper scissors with your head, like
We could stick fight
High noon or midnight
Rock paper scissors with your head, like
We could stick fight
High noon or midnight
Rock paper scissors with your head, like
We could stick fight
High noon or midnight
Rock paper scissors with your head, like