Stick 'Em Up
Quarashi Lyrics


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Until there was you we didn't know what to do but I don't give a fuck about the things that I blew.
Sucker MC don't you love me, want to have me, want to que me, one two three. It's just a modest proposal from a boy anti-social, scraping the skin of our culture, civilized vulture. Do me in, don't make me sin, I'm doing so good I can't go through it again.

I bomb the mic like a fascist, Mussolini comin' through with no remorse, from the dark you won't see me. Rise up from the sea like a godzilla straight up through your mind with my armour plated drilla. I don't give a fuck what you think about this shit, ain't in it for the money never out to make a hit. If you can't take it like I said get a grip 'cause I'm here to fucking stay like the warts on your dick.

Stick 'em up.

So won't you make a man out of me, I've gotta be, connected computerized son of a bitch, makes me itch, sucker for life. I can't decide darkness or light or just a heavenly fright. Stick it, I'm tired I'm bored, I'm trying so hard and I can't be adored. So the sound brakes through from one tone, gives me no choice I can't be alone.

Stick 'em up.

Like Darth Vader I surprise you with my skills. I knock your 'ol ass out like a bag of sleeping pills. I got to rip things up like my name was Jack the Ripper. There's a party at your house cause your mama is a stripper. Slice through the scene like a knife through peanut butter. Get your ears cleaned out motherfucker I didn't stutter. S. W. A. R. E. Z! I got this whole thing right down to a T.






Stick 'em up.

Overall Meaning

The opening lines of Quarashi's song Stick 'Em Up express a sentiment of apathy, stating that before the arrival of a particular person, life was directionless and without purpose. The lines "Until there was you, we didn't know what to do but I don't give a fuck about the things that I blew" convey an attitude of indifference towards events in the past. The chorus of the song, "Stick 'em up," seems to express the desire to take action and seize control, though it's not entirely clear what the subject of this action might be.


The next verse features aggressive language, with references to the fascist leader Mussolini and the monster Godzilla, and an explicit rejection of commercial success. The lines "I don't give a fuck what you think about this shit, ain't in it for the money never out to make a hit" suggest the songwriters' disinterest in fame or mainstream acceptance. The reference to "the warts on your dick" is an example of the song's vulgar, confrontational tone.


The final verse expresses a desire for recognition and acceptance, with the lines "I'm trying so hard and I can't be adored." The repeated use of the phrase "Stick 'em up" throughout the song could be interpreted as a call to action or a command to others to acknowledge the singer's power and authority.


Overall, Stick 'Em Up is a confrontational, provocative song that combines elements of rap, rock, and electronic music to create a unique sound that reflects the attitude and worldview of its creators.


Line by Line Meaning

Until there was you we didn't know what to do but I don't give a fuck about the things that I blew.
You were the missing piece to our puzzle but even if I messed everything up, I couldn't care less.


Sucker MC don't you love me, want to have me, want to que me, one two three.
You're a sucker for me and you'll do whatever I say without thinking twice.


It's just a modest proposal from a boy anti-social, scraping the skin of our culture, civilized vulture.
I'm just an anti-social guy who observes and takes from the culture around me like a civilized vulture.


Do me in, don't make me sin, I'm doing so good I can't go through it again.
Kill me if you must, but please don't make me go against my morals again since I'm finally doing well.


I bomb the mic like a fascist, Mussolini comin' through with no remorse, from the dark you won't see me.
I dominate the mic with my powerful voice like a fascist leader without feeling sorry, and you won't even see me coming from the darkness.


Rise up from the sea like a godzilla straight up through your mind with my armour plated drilla.
I emerge from the ocean like Godzilla and penetrate your mind with my drill-like rap style that's impenetrable.


I don't give a fuck what you think about this shit, ain't in it for the money never out to make a hit.
I don't care what you think of my music, and I'm not doing it for the money or fame, just pure passion.


If you can't take it like I said get a grip 'cause I'm here to fucking stay like the warts on your dick.
If you can't handle my music, then you better get used to it because I'm here to stay like an STD on your genitals.


Stick 'em up.
Put your hands up, I'm in charge now.


So won't you make a man out of me, I've gotta be, connected computerized son of a bitch, makes me itch, sucker for life.
Can you help me become a man? I need to be someone who's connected to technology, a son of a bitch who can't help but get excited about life.


I can't decide darkness or light or just a heavenly fright. Stick it, I'm tired I'm bored, I'm trying so hard and I can't be adored.
I can't choose between good and evil, or if I should just scare people with my music. Honestly, I'm exhausted and unenthused despite trying my best, and I don't need people's adoration.


So the sound brakes through from one tone, gives me no choice I can't be alone.
The sound of music breaks through from a single note, and it consumes me so much that I can't be alone anymore.


Like Darth Vader I surprise you with my skills. I knock your 'ol ass out like a bag of sleeping pills.
Similar to Darth Vader, I stun people with my skills and knock them out like taking a sleeping pill.


I got to rip things up like my name was Jack the Ripper. There's a party at your house cause your mama is a stripper.
I have to tear things up with my music like how Jack the Ripper mutilated people. Your house is so rowdy because your mom is a stripper.


Slice through the scene like a knife through peanut butter. Get your ears cleaned out motherfucker I didn't stutter. S. W. A. R. E. Z!
I slice through the music scene with ease like a knife going through peanut butter. You need to clean out your ears and realize that I didn't stutter. My name is SWAREZ!




Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: HUSSI OLAFSSON, OMAR HAUKSSON, OMAR ORN HAUKSSON, SOLVI BLONDAL

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