Sparring Partner Freestyle Lyrics

Elbows in, Shaolin

Can you feel the energy shift

As I'm bowing in?

Nobody in the world, or this industry

Ever will be, or has ever been

Fit to deflect a hit

When I challenge them

It feels feral, but close to a collab

A fable, The Whale versus Ahab

No other fighter can do what we do

Our card reads "Indiana versus The Tomb

But who's playing whom?

We may throw some jabs, and a few harpoons

And it always comes down to

Cat and mouse

The chase, the pounce

A battle royale

It boils down to us being two parts of a cartoon

A cat to a canary, but who plays which

Will sometimes vary

Convoluted and contrary

Often adversarial

Together we're feared

But solo we're terrible, it feels

Like one half of a stereo field

You were born to be at odds with me

Of course it's par for us

The perfect spar, going bar for bar

The curtains fall, we both got our walls up

But as soon as you come at me, with the Block Cut

I know then for sure, walls between us

Just means parkour, we're both immature

We argue over who should play the encore

We cuss and spit, trade French

But never bother with the Bonjour

But when you stall out

Or you're blocked in

Like a Walmart parking lot

The day after Thanksgiving

Who else can ignite the fight in you?

Gas you up, be the fuel

Let you laugh it up, be the fool

Get a few hurts and stabs in

But who can also deflect, direct contact

When it spins

When it's time to take the jabs

That you want to give them?

Who else but me has thick enough skin?

You need a real sparring partner

You gotta be sick of scrimmaging

It's you and me

At our lowest, and in our prime

Like two and three

We've been working the keys

Like janitors, I gave you my answers

We opened the box

There's no neatly putting Pandora away

What's done is the damages

We can't put the graffiti we sprayed

Back in the canisters

We definitely can't stop the stairs

But we can be each other's banisters

We belong in these bars

Like vomit or amateur comics

Or karaoke artists

In a too-close-to-call contest

It must be in our nature

We run the same playbook

While our ops just run off

Like glaciers being sun-cooked

And who else can trade shots

It's bars for barter

The writing's on the stall door

You were born to be my sparring partner

Enough of the politeness

We feed on, and need a little violence

Seems like with the media

We got a touch of the Midas

We're so volatile, they're afraid to mic us

So qualified though, who's gonna fight us?

We're a weight class, a typecast

Came too far not to be self-righteous

Fighting us is like a chainsaw against a ficus

That's why they love us but don't like us

They think they're an even match

But can't even strike us

Who else is that true for?

Appears just me and you, I'm at your door

Reminding you, cause you forgot

We're placed in the top

Cause we keep facing off

Clearly cut from the same cloth

Or carved by the same carpenter

Rolled up in one rug

At the same carpet store

The connection's more direct

Than it appeared before

It's going toe-to-toe, pushing harder

Getting towed back into harbor

It's like miracle grow to a gardener

A strong bow for a broken archer

The arrival to your departure

The butane to your flame

The fire starter

That's what I've been saying

We were born to be each other's

Sparring partner