Stick Ball
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Tell me that they can sell me
I ain't a product
I produce honest shit
Using wise guy talk and ebonics
Using some chronic
To get me to the level where i only settle for the rawest
The flaws what makes it flawless
The Gods show up in bombers
Whether brawling or warring
I'm just a bard with bars not the type that you swallow
The type I spit till I'm hollow
Ohh I'm hollow
I'm a long goner
Death seems farther
Put it in perspective bruh it's right upon us
That's how I always saw it
So even if it's just a couple bucks coming out my wallet
Boy we balling
From the day we started
To the day we call it
Call it what you call it
But nah I'm not an artist
But I do broad strokes on broads that's gorgeous
If you fuck with it bump with it till it's boring
We'll be touring coming back for more and more and
Coming back for more
I've seen the seas
The snow
The heat, the cold
Dreams untold
Sometimes swear man I seen it all
The schemes unfold with these kids
Reminisce playing ball with a stick
We the ones it ain't honorable mention, It's done
Ain't not calling to question none
We pretty young to be balling and spending
Every dollar that enters my pocket gets swallowed and spent
And the rest gets balled up and sent
To the tall grass
Why can't i make my own bread it ain't called cash
Appalled at fuckers in awe like I'm off crack
Off bat you off track
Bark at you if you cough at
Me in some funny ass way like I ain't saw that
Pardon?
Nah pa been all in
Y'all slim with your offerings
Your offspring are things
My offspring gods kings contenders
All things considered
All same type bullshit in this ball game
Prefer stickball, hand ball hear the wall rang
Y'all lames
Im partial to draw string bags with a spalding
Why you mad at my calling
Y'all think what y'all think
We gonna rap raw
My dog just dapped paws with a rat claw
Cat call
Shorty mad saw that it's pat nah
That's all focus on basketball
Get to the league
See me I just get me some tree
Sit back get me to read books see crooks
Make raps that need hooks
A&R's re look
Fuck all that I casually cook kicks
Walked from the Bronx to the Battery took trips
Ain't no fucking salary need to get booked quick
Y'all mad at me caput quick
Then you smile at me like look Wik
You still a child b
You can't be proud of me
You gotta be foul b
Yeah i see your style
I've seen the seas
The snow
The heat, the cold
Dreams untold
Sometimes swear man I seen it all
The schemes unfold with these kids
Reminisce playing ball with a stick
In the song "Stick Ball," Wiki reflects on his journey as a musician and the challenges he faces in the music industry. He emphasizes his refusal to be treated as a product that can be bought and sold, instead focusing on creating honest and raw music. He incorporates elements of wise guy talk and ebonics, showcasing his unique style of lyricism. Wiki uses the metaphor of "the flaws what makes it flawless" to highlight the beauty and authenticity in his work. He sees himself as a bard with bars, constantly spitting out his thoughts and emotions until he feels empty. Despite the uncertainty and looming presence of death, he remains committed to his craft, even if it means only having a few bucks in his wallet. The chorus of the song reflects on his experiences, from witnessing different environments and challenges to the camaraderie and nostalgia of playing stick ball as a kid.
Line by Line Meaning
The label say that they want me
The record label claims to value and desire my talent
Tell me that they can sell me
They convince me that they can market and profit from my work
I ain't a product
I refuse to be treated as a mere commodity
I produce honest shit
I create authentic and truthful music
Using wise guy talk and ebonics
Employing clever language and African American Vernacular English
Using some chronic
Reaching a heightened state of creativity by smoking marijuana
To get me to the level where i only settle for the rawest
Using substances to reach a state where I only accept the most authentic and genuine experiences
The flaws what makes it flawless
Embracing imperfections as a means to achieve true perfection
What I see what's recorded
The experiences I witness and document in my music
The Gods show up in bombers
Experiencing divine inspiration and creativity
Whether brawling or warring
Regardless of conflicts or struggles
I'm just a bard with bars not the type that you swallow
I am a poet and lyricist who uses my words to captivate and provoke thought, not to be easily digested
The type I spit till I'm hollow
I relentlessly deliver my rhymes until there's nothing left
Ohh I'm hollow
I feel empty and worn out
I'm a long goner
I've long been on a path to destruction
Death seems farther
The concept of death feels distant and far away
Put it in perspective bruh it's right upon us
Let's consider the reality of death, it's closer than we think
That's how I always saw it
I've always had this perspective
So even if it's just a couple bucks coming out my wallet
Even if I only have a small amount of money
Boy we balling
I'm living extravagantly and enjoying life
From the day we started
Since the beginning of our journey
To the day we call it
Until the day we finish or decide to end it
Call it what you call it
Label it however you want
But nah I'm not an artist
I don't conform to the traditional definition of an artist
But I do broad strokes on broads that's gorgeous
I use broad, general strokes to depict beautiful women
If you fuck with it bump with it till it's boring
If you enjoy my music, continue to support and listen to it until it becomes repetitive
We'll be touring coming back for more and more and
We'll continue to tour and entertain our fans
We the ones it ain't honorable mention, It's done
We are not just worth mentioning, but we have achieved success
Ain't not calling to question none
There is no doubt about our abilities
We pretty young to be balling and spending
We are quite young to be living luxuriously and spending money freely
Every dollar that enters my pocket gets swallowed and spent
As soon as I receive money, I quickly spend it all
And the rest gets balled up and sent
Whatever money is left over, I crumple it up and discard it
To the tall grass
To the depths of poverty or insignificance
Why can't i make my own bread it ain't called cash
Why can't I earn money in my own unique way?
Appalled at fuckers in awe like I'm off crack
I am disgusted by those who idolize me as if I were addicted to drugs
Off bat you off track
Right from the start, you're lost and misguided
Bark at you if you cough at
I will reprimand you if you show any signs of weakness
Me in some funny ass way like I ain't saw that
You try to mock me in a foolish manner, as if I hadn't noticed
Pardon?
What did you say?
Nah pa been all in
No, my friend, I've been completely involved
Y'all slim with your offerings
You all have very little to offer or contribute
Your offspring are things
Your children are merely objects or possessions
My offspring gods kings contenders
My children are destined to become powerful leaders and challengers
All things considered
Taking everything into account
All same type bullshit in this ball game
There is a lot of nonsense and deception in this industry
Prefer stickball, hand ball hear the wall rang
I prefer playing simpler street games like stickball and handball, where you can hear the sound of the ball hitting the wall
Y'all lames
All of you are unoriginal and boring
Im partial to draw string bags with a spalding
I have a preference for using drawstring bags with a Spalding basketball
Why you mad at my calling
Why are you angry about my chosen profession?
Y'all think what y'all think
You can believe whatever you want
We gonna rap raw
We will deliver our rap with rawness and authenticity
My dog just dapped paws with a rat claw
My friend just shook hands with someone untrustworthy
Cat call
Whistle or make derogatory comments towards women
Shorty mad saw that it's pat nah
The girl got upset when she noticed, but it was nothing important
That's all focus on basketball
Let's concentrate on playing basketball
Get to the league
Achieve professional status
See me I just get me some tree
As for me, I simply smoke some marijuana
Sit back get me to read books see crooks
I relax and engage in reading, observing dishonest individuals
Make raps that need hooks
Create rap songs that require catchy choruses
A&R's re look
Record labels' talent scouts take a second look
Fuck all that I casually cook kicks
Forget about that, I effortlessly create amazing beats
Walked from the Bronx to the Battery took trips
I traveled extensively and explored both neighborhoods in New York City
Ain't no fucking salary need to get booked quick
I don't rely on a steady income, I need to secure more gigs
Y'all mad at me caput quick
You all are angry at me but it's pointless
Then you smile at me like look Wik
Then you smile at me as if to say, 'Hey, Wik'
You still a child b
You are still immature, my friend
You can't be proud of me
You shouldn't take pride in my achievements
You gotta be foul b
You have to be disrespectful, my friend
Yeah i see your style
Yes, I understand your attitude and approach
I've seen the seas
I have witnessed vast bodies of water
The snow
I have experienced snowy landscapes
The heat, the cold
I have felt extreme temperatures, both hot and cold
Dreams untold
Unrealized dreams that have yet to be shared
Sometimes swear man I seen it all
Sometimes I truly feel like I have seen everything
The schemes unfold with these kids
Deceptive plans are revealed by these young individuals
Reminisce playing ball with a stick
I look back on the nostalgic memories of playing improvised ball games with a stick
Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing
Written by: Patrick Morales
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@Shurmash
This beat is outrageous.
@sahanthilakartne177
Definitely my hip-hop AOTY for sure, criminally overlooked
@shrave100
Legend speaks of Wiki being next up for 3 centuries.
@ratm239
I'm glad he's still grinding
@user-rk2fl5qi2u
legendary photos of the 70s-80s south bronx and stickball wikis revived the picture. you are one of the best street poets and keeper of traditions. the blood of puerto rico and ireland. explosive mixture, with great respect from Belarus. sorry for my english
@superawesomeboy
I love this guy
@shrave100
honestly some of his hardest bars after 2:15 fr fr
@bomeXY
I didn't even notice until the beat kinda had a sort of "afterthump" and then he just kept going. I was shook cause the bars he was spitting were oozing heart.
@jorgewboosh
The best lyricist I swear
@D8585kim
Wiki, thx for you music and rhymes. Greeting from Russia.