Watsky, Dahlak Brathwaite - Fight! Fight! Fight! lyrics

Spun a web of lies, took notes from Charlotte
Throw a red herring
Paint the White House scarlet
Pennsylvania Ave was the last red carpet
Then Bush relapsed like a rehab starlet
I feel carsick
Stop the Paris Hilton carousel
Hot as hell and smells
Like kerosene and caramel
America's flaring and we're carrying parasols
Paranoid of terror cells
Parents scared of aerosols
Said if you care at all
Fight for the ones who fall
Fight for the ones who can't
Fight for the one for the all
And fight for the ones who rep
And fight for the one percent
At the bottom against
The one-two-one-two step
For the ones who come correct


I don't wanna sit back with a Big
Mac and a rack of natty ice
Six pack on my lap, skinemax on blast
Sticking to the facts of life (Right)
Said if you're taller better follow
Who you're steppin' on
Cause, I'll be brawling like
The fightin' Irish leprechaun

Till the roof comes off
Till the lights go out
Till my legs give out, can’t shut my mouth
Till the smoke clears out -
Am I high? Perhaps
I'ma rip this shit till my bone collapse
Till the roof comes off
Till the lights go out
Till my legs give out, can’t shut my mouth
Till the smoke clears out -
Am I high? Perhaps
I'ma rip this shit till my bone collapse

Since I was little I’ve been
Fiddling with the riddle
Focus like folks addicted to Ritalin
Craftin' it with no chisel
You soft as Malcolm in the Middle
I’m strong as the Nation of Islam
With Malcolm in the Middle
Uh Izza, Uh Izza, can you save them
Playful like skittles or that little minstrel
Delicious was kissing like a switch
Switch it up like a schizo
Pretty motherfucker would get ugly like Gizmo
It’s okay maybe it’s not your day
I’m a winner couldn’t even get beat by Dr dre
I couldn’t even get beat if I was your slave
(Yay) i got
My designer clothes look like
Angry like sin case thoughts
Once his chains unlocked
And this is why I’m hot
But not in that MIMS sort of way
More like you better get him sort of way
Cause until I kill Bill he
Won’t put his sword away
Been a professor like you
Got your tenure today
Got my vendetta to settle I
Ain’t settlin' for close
When it comes to wantin' change
I’m as unsettled as Mos
Spittin' live from the boondocks
With my boombox sittin' on my soap box
Spittin' got my folks locked
They patiently waiting for me to give
Em' some of freedom fighter
Kind like Huey Freeman of 21

Till the roof comes off
Till the lights go out
Till my legs give out, can’t shut my mouth
Till the smoke clears out -
Am I high? Perhaps
I'ma rip this shit till my bone collapse
Till the roof comes off
Till the lights go out
Till my legs give out, can’t shut my mouth
Till the smoke clears out -
Am I high? Perhaps
I'ma rip this shit till my bone collapse

I don't need a chart to see
That I look hard to me
There's no Chardonay pumping
Through my arteries
And my heart’ll say I should
Take the harder way if I got a part to play
I won’t make it Bartleby
At least this Starter T is
Feeling like an armor piece
It's guarding me like it’s righteous artistry
So far to lead us to inagaddadavida
To seeking god in your freedom
To God I gotta lead a vida bonita
Cause see to lead a beautiful life
Is more than eating, sleeping
And meeting suitable wife you gotta fight
While Luda’s throwing bows in A-town
I’ll be throwing blows like little
Children on the playground
You should know the bay
We're seeming sorta tame
But we can go insane
And if you’re on lower plane
Like when a Boeing lands
My fist detaches at the wrist
So I’ll be throwing hands

Till the roof comes off
Till the lights go out
Till my legs give out, can’t shut my mouth
Till the smoke clears out -
Am I high? Perhaps
I'ma rip this shit till my bone collapse
Till the roof comes off
Till the lights go out
Till my legs give out, can’t shut my mouth
Till the smoke clears out -
Am I high? Perhaps
I'ma rip this shit till my bone collapse