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cathcart - arcade lyrics

[hook]
no one starts great, every star fades
but ’til my dues are paid, through the hard days
with every bar laid, just tryna get my
art played more than car games in the arcade
no one really starts great
but ’til my dues are paid, through the hard days
with every bar laid, just tryna get my
art played more than car games in the arcade

[verse 1]
hit em with that arcade flow
street fighter, gotta hit em with that rko
if you’re in harm’s way, though, i’m sorry bro
i ain’t really tryna son ya like the maury show
this that mario, atari flow
first place, worst case scenario
so, when i’m saying sp+ce invaders, (sp+ce and vaders) i ain’t talking darth, ya know
got a new attack for the super whack, what they truly lack’s
groovy tracks, not the goofy brags ‘bout their gucci bags
anything that you could ask, they would do for cash
stupid cats always do the task for a scooby snack
but i’m glued to rap like a sewer rat
b00by trap full of gooey sap, it’s a proven fact
do the math, there’s a proof i’m committed to (two) the craft
and i just ate (eight) into the track, like the cube of that

[hook]
no one starts great, every star fades
but ’til my dues are paid, through the hard days
with every bar laid, just tryna get my
art played more than car games in the arcade

[verse 2]
i’m artsay like i’m sharpay
i’m artsy with the sharpie
mind like a sharp blade, cuz i’m smart, grades are a’s
but on report cards, you see there are b’s
i k!ll beats, like heart disease from arby’s
so that they are deceased like our bees
i’m a lineman, charge to seize the rbs
but my heart, it beats to r&b, i tried quitting soda
but it’s hard to cease the rbs
the rbs… i know that wasn’t too clear, i meant root beer
if you’re new here, i ain’t a trapper, like i shoot deer
ooh dear, know there’s levels to it, like a two tier
food pyramid, you hearing this true lyricist
in your two ears, and it’s too clear i’m just
never at a loss for words
i can’t take back words, only walk forwards
2d is quite narrow, using the right arrow
on my controller, hit the ups and downs too
no bipolar, i’m an underground dude
said there’s levels to it like i’m in a side+scroller
levels to it like a platformer, rap former
on a music platform, was whack formerly
but now i spit at a bizarre cadence
i take a woman and i court her (quarter) like some arcade cents
hope that part made sense, honestly
cuz this is what y’all
wanted me to make sonically, electronic beats
on repeat with a lotta beeps, and words i gotta bleep
out, but i’m promising i’mma be quality, wannabes
square up for a fight
penning sixteens like the square of four is, right?
i stay posted (post+it), like squares, got four side (foresight)
you stay posting squares up for some likes

[hook]
no one starts great, every star fades
but ’til my dues are paid, through the hard days
with every bar laid, just tryna get my
art played more than car games in the arcade

[verse 3]
catch me partway through a parfait
partake in a partay, i’mma parlay
every winning from this card game, saying carpe
diem, rap’s a gamble, but i’m gonna win the hard way
so when cathcart’s laid in a dark grave
i’ll reincarnate as art made from the heartache
that’s a metaphor, yuh
hope it’s not too meta for ya
don’t be colossally awful or boring (bohr ring)
like the atomic model, be novel, do your thing
full throttle, i’m morphing, back and forthing from good to bad like how every bottle of morphine’s
sp+wning some more fiends, a lotta divorcing
squabbles and warring of all those who wore rings
a lotta the warning, no talk of reforming
the fossil we’re scorching to stop all the warming
i digress i guess
write like heck, why yes, try my best
cards right next to my chest placing high bets
the wager rising, never plagiarizing my text
major size when i flex biceps
see em all curved and bent and convex
it’s permanent, pertinent and complex
and worth the rent per tenant of a complex
affirmative, working it, no contest
all i ever do is execute
all my exes cute, my next is, too
i just took off, didn’t set a route
and like a southwest jet, i flew
and i now electrocute
i shock with rap as my outlet, and get the juice
i haven’t given shout outs yet, but
credit’s due to token. get it dude?

- cathcart lyrics

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