Stick Supremacy

[Verse]
Wooden soldiers marching, they don’t splinter
In my hand, a stick sharper than winter
Snap crackle, no pop, just the sound of the branch
Swing it wide, knock kings off their stance
Backyard sword, every kid’s first blade
Chopping through the air, homemade parade
No tech, no flex, just primal grip
Sticks write the story, let the scroll unclip
[Chorus]
Sticks rule the land, sticks rule the time
Stick in my hand, sharper than a rhyme
No stone, no bone, no bricks, just sticks
Building empires with the simplest tricks
[Verse 2]
Sticks make fire, they the spark of life
Split the night open like a serrated knife
Drumline heartbeat, they the rhythm and beat
Even Moses had a stick when he parted the seas
Club for the caveman, pen for the poet
Staff for the shepherd, you already know it
From the forest to the fight, they supreme tools
Sticks hold the wisdom, ancient schools
[Bridge]
Twig snaps underfoot, echo like a drum
Stick's the baton, where the power come from
Grip tight, ignite, they the root of the roots
Swing through history in muddy boots

rap, minimal beats with sharp hi-hats, punchy, heavy bass, fast-paced, and layered vocal effects