| Her name’s Lara Croft and this
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| Is the way that she started off
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| She hits land, stranded
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| In the wreck of the Endurance
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| She probably should have got better insurance
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| The challenges ahead are gonna test her performance
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| So endurance is of the utmost importance
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| Limited ordnance, she’ll really have to use her wits
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| Now the developers appear to have reduced her tits
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| Dragon’s Triangle, here’s a house of lunatics
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| Darker than the night sky during a lunar eclipse
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| No clips to put into the gun, you know and
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| No gun, so it’s a good job she brung her bow
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| Unarmed, not locked, loaded
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| Lara Croft going hard with a longbow, depart you with one blow
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| Prognosis: a disarmament pronto
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| Shots popping off as if there was a lock-in
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| In the bar with the Cointreau, top row combo
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| From the coast of the Arctic to the heart of the Congo
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| Lara’s banging heads harder than Bongo’s
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| And angering her enemies, like a mom joke
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| Tomb Raider, the tune invades your brain
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| Get in her way and she’ll make you taste the pain
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| Shh. |
| This is the bit of the track
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| In which I kill it with triplet raps
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| It doesn’t particularly add to the narrative
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| But it’s a blast
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| There isn’t a faster Brit on the map
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| Who’s spitting as wicked as that
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| So I suggest you give it a clap
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| Or I’ll give you a slap
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| An aristocrat whose bars are hotter than ovens
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| Did I tell you the fact that Lara Croft is my cousin?
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| I’m dropping a dozen hip-hoppy productions a week
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| To leave you properly buzzing, and it’s costing you nothing
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| I’m pretty sure than Nishimura should be hitting the record button
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| Soon as I walk up and talk upon Tomb Raider
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| Like a doomsdaying saber-toothed soothsayer
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| 'Til then I’ll see you dudes later
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| Touché, huh?
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| Tomb Raider, the tune invades your brain
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| Get in her way and she’ll make you taste the pain
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| While Lara’s raiding tombs
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| I’m sitting on my arse and making tunes |