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