| It’s the battle of the builders, bricks v blocks
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| In the red corner
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| Everybody’s favorite precision-molded Master Builder
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| The Lego man
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| And in the blue corner
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| The polygonal pilgrim, the right-angled adventurer
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| Minecraft Steve
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| You might recognize me from the world’s biggest video game
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| They call me Steve, did they even give you a name?
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| I’m the new kid on the block, bringing new blocks to the kids
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| From the digital underground, don’t need boxes and lids
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| I’m freestyling lines that are dropping you dead
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| Your hair’s the only thing coming off the top of your head
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| You’re still under construction, can’t be having much fun
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| Amidst a world of bricks in which your fists can’t even clutch one
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| You’re a bygone era, bargain bin man, your time’s passed
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| Your style’s child’s play, make way for Minecraft
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| My blocks are rocks, logs, quartz and lapis
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| While yours' are plastic and that’s it
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| Check my stats, look, I’m killing it on YouTube
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| I can fell a forest with my fists, what can you do?
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| I’ll build an obsidian tomb and lock you up in there
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| Mind you, I could do that with some tupperware
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| Not fair to square raps against this cube
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| No joints, I still articulate better than you
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| I’m a classic, an icon, with style to boot
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| 'Cause no matter what I’m wearing, it’s a three-piece suit
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| I have sparked imaginations, every kid in every nation
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| On and on for generations, you can’t stop what I’m creating
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| Check my space station, no Tekkit installation
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| You’re low-res, homeless, no chance of overtaking
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| I’m a timeless line of iconic design
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| While you melt kids' minds one block at a time
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| For centuries, we left child labour behind
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| You’ve essentially trapped them all back in the mines
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| Won’t be fooled by the blocks that you got
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| Without a Modpack, all you’re rocking is rocks
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| So have fun as you fumble in the dirt
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| Want to step to me? |
| You’ll see how much that hurts
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| You got two rappers but the battle’s six-sided
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| Boxes in the ring, taking swings at the prize
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| It’s apparently imperative we get it decided
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| Which brick clique gets kids excited?
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| Gather 'round, everybody, drum roll please
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| And see the freak with two bumholes, jeez
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| If you come for Steve, then your loot gets dropped
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| I’m rocking more blocks than a Rubik’s shop
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| Look, the truth is, I don’t want to keep dissing
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| But you’re useless soon as there’s one piece missing
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| I’m an unlimited fun-bringing don of construction
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| I worked it out myself, you just follow instructions
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| I brave caves for days, digging diamonds, capping Creepers
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| Sending spiders to the grave, can you keep up? |
| Nah
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| I can end an Enderman while he renders in
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| More architecturally smart than Simon Henderson
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| Don’t send for the Avengers, Marvel, I’m assembling
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| You can’t even take your trousers down without dismembering
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| Now we’re entering Survival Mode
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| You’re just gathering dust, so here’s the final blow
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| Trample me? |
| You’ll need more than a horse
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| 'Cause you’re tangling with a toy box, tour-de-force
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| I may be a plaything but I break the mould
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| Everyday, three-hundred thousand of me get sold
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| Heard of Overwatch? |
| Did you hope to contend?
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| 'Cause we’re over Notch, yeah, your trend’s at an end
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| You overshot if you came to depend
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| On the whims of the net just to get dividends
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| Your phenomenon topped all the charts, it’s true
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| But they dropped off faster than Notch dropped you
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| A decade ago, you were top of the views
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| But you’d still be at the bottom if it wasn’t for Pewds
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| Sticks and stones may break my bones
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| But they aren’t intimidating when they’re all you own
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| Want to get a brick-slap from some bric-a-brac?
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| Better pack your bits into your zip while I’m building me a throne
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| You got two rappers but the battle’s six-sided
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| Boxes in the ring, taking swings at the prize
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| It’s apparently imperative we get it decided
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| Which brick clique gets kids excited?
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| Listen up, I’ve had just about enough of this
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| Insufferable blubbering from rubble and a couple bricks
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| Meet the product of all that you’ve accomplished
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| I’m the new stud in this construction triumvirate
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| An out-of-date Java game cobbled together
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| And a pathetic little relic that’s desperate for relevance
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| The best of both your elements, expensive as I’m elegant
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| Playtime paradigm? |
| I just left you in some sediment |