Fight or Flight
Recite a couple thoughts and prayers
From between his gnarly ears
For every time he tapped
He felt he oughta tattoo a tear
A waterfall of cortisol
To the amygdala
Know the protocol
Or get took out like you Caligula
It's kind of crazy
How we do this on the regular
One day you're the prey
And another you're the predator
Feel it in your bones in your blood
It's molecular
Whether you a casual
Or hardcore competitor
It all appears to be
A figment of your mind
But the fear grips your heart
Like a fist made of iron
You fighting or you flying
The thought is horrifying
Jump into the fire
Just to land up in the pan frying
Delish
The victory is bliss
But the stressful pressure cooker's
Like our second favorite dish
We love to hate it
At times we overstate it
The best have learned to flip the script
To get em motivated
Fabricated scenarios
Are playing in stereo
Inaudible to others
But for you they be scary yo
The thoughts are grim
Peculiarly nefarious
Precariously risking life and limb
It's hilarious
You learn to scale the walls
And hop the mental barriers
And clench your jaw tighter
Than some Pitbull terriers
Just relax
Make sure you're moving forward
Ironic cuz it's feeling like
You're being drawn and quartered
Anxiety's eyeing me
Aligned me in it's sights
A lamb for the slaughter
With a side of wild rice
Wipe off the sweat
Accumulating on the brow
It wouldn't do you no good
To back out anyhow now
It's all or nothing
The pupils dilate
The skin pale or flushed
With a rapid heart rate
The hands shaking
The bowels get to quaking
You stating in your mind
This thing is mine for the taking
You taste the blood
Before you even get to scrapping
Imagining the myriad
Of outcomes that could happen
A flying arm bar
Or attacking of the heel
Don't wanna end up as the donkey
On somebody highlight reel
A paradox
Feeling ready yet unprepared
Praying for the clarity
To execute unimpaired
Watch your body fold
Like an accordion box
Stomach feeling like its tied up
In a Gordian Knot
It's high level problem solving
Under pressure
Involving the unavoidable fact
They out to get ya
With joint locks and throws
They toss and mangle ya
Restrict your blood flow
Like the Boston Strangler
It's fight or flight
Your body primed for conflict
Your mind unrefined
Like a violent convict
Blood vessels constrict
Anticipating damage
Mouth dry and sticky
Like you ate a peanut butter sandwich
A nervous wreck
Lord have mercy what a pity
Forsaking all the technique
And all the nitty-gritty
Painstaking preparation
Peeled apart before the pressure
But you gotta power through the punishment
To get the pleasure
The tensions in the air
You're hyper aware
Strike up a conversation
Tryna lift your heart from despair
Ask your mans to the left
When you up bro and where
He's zoned out on the action
With the thousand yard stare
From between his gnarly ears
For every time he tapped
He felt he oughta tattoo a tear
A waterfall of cortisol
To the amygdala
Know the protocol
Or get took out like you Caligula
It's kind of crazy
How we do this on the regular
One day you're the prey
And another you're the predator
Feel it in your bones in your blood
It's molecular
Whether you a casual
Or hardcore competitor
It all appears to be
A figment of your mind
But the fear grips your heart
Like a fist made of iron
You fighting or you flying
The thought is horrifying
Jump into the fire
Just to land up in the pan frying
Delish
The victory is bliss
But the stressful pressure cooker's
Like our second favorite dish
We love to hate it
At times we overstate it
The best have learned to flip the script
To get em motivated
Fabricated scenarios
Are playing in stereo
Inaudible to others
But for you they be scary yo
The thoughts are grim
Peculiarly nefarious
Precariously risking life and limb
It's hilarious
You learn to scale the walls
And hop the mental barriers
And clench your jaw tighter
Than some Pitbull terriers
Just relax
Make sure you're moving forward
Ironic cuz it's feeling like
You're being drawn and quartered
Anxiety's eyeing me
Aligned me in it's sights
A lamb for the slaughter
With a side of wild rice
Wipe off the sweat
Accumulating on the brow
It wouldn't do you no good
To back out anyhow now
It's all or nothing
The pupils dilate
The skin pale or flushed
With a rapid heart rate
The hands shaking
The bowels get to quaking
You stating in your mind
This thing is mine for the taking
You taste the blood
Before you even get to scrapping
Imagining the myriad
Of outcomes that could happen
A flying arm bar
Or attacking of the heel
Don't wanna end up as the donkey
On somebody highlight reel
A paradox
Feeling ready yet unprepared
Praying for the clarity
To execute unimpaired
Watch your body fold
Like an accordion box
Stomach feeling like its tied up
In a Gordian Knot
It's high level problem solving
Under pressure
Involving the unavoidable fact
They out to get ya
With joint locks and throws
They toss and mangle ya
Restrict your blood flow
Like the Boston Strangler
It's fight or flight
Your body primed for conflict
Your mind unrefined
Like a violent convict
Blood vessels constrict
Anticipating damage
Mouth dry and sticky
Like you ate a peanut butter sandwich
A nervous wreck
Lord have mercy what a pity
Forsaking all the technique
And all the nitty-gritty
Painstaking preparation
Peeled apart before the pressure
But you gotta power through the punishment
To get the pleasure
The tensions in the air
You're hyper aware
Strike up a conversation
Tryna lift your heart from despair
Ask your mans to the left
When you up bro and where
He's zoned out on the action
With the thousand yard stare
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Writer(s): Lear Kirkland
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