| Press start, now I’m inside of the game
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| Eyes full of rage, voice sayin', «Rise from the grave,»
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| Pixelated grass, bricks full of power ups
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| Hopin' one to steal, I hit it to bring a flower up
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| Runnin' shoes from Sonic lookin' for Robotnik
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| My sidepiece Samus is actin' like I’m a novice
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| My hands are like E. Honda’s, the monsters lookin' like Blanka
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| Fantasy for a fantasy trynna bag Kitana
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| But she guarded by Baraka
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| My cheat code symbolic
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| If I die, 29 more lives, I work for Contra
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| But they the ones supplyin' the crack
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| Some moves like a ghost when you buyin' a pack
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| Man… but back to my mission before the world fail
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| Megaman gun wit' a leaf that get a squirrel tail
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| Bronx kid, F1-Zero from Nintendo
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| Can’t wait 'til I hit the X again like King Hippo, I’m trapped…
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| We stay up up down down left right left right B A
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| Baby, it’s not fair, they can’t follow, don’t know the code
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| We stay up up down down left right left right B A
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| Baby, it’s not fair, they can’t follow, don’t know the code
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| Don’t know the code
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| I’m fuckin' bored, I don’t wanna do this anymore
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| To be truthful, music has been losin' from the door
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| But I move forward, doin' more than I’m sure I should
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| I’m sure I’m good, but I’m Pure and from the hood
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| Snorin' when I could to my 8-bit symphony
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| I got enemies, one bar of energy
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| A bunch of legs to stand on like playin' Centipede
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| CPU, it’s just them and me
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| I have a different team, it’s just interestin' to talk about
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| Cause I don’t see them everywhere I walk around
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| Profound thoughts comin' off the ground
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| No bullies talkin' down
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| Just invadin' a boss’s town
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| No death, no air bubbles, just coughin' rounds
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| Awesome clouds and awkward clowns all surround
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| You don’t get it, but I factored it in
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| This is an 8-bit dream, I don’t have to fit in, ungh
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| We stay up up down down left right left right B A
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| Baby, it’s not fair, they can’t follow, don’t know the code
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| We stay up up down down left right left right B A
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| Baby, it’s not fair, they can’t follow, don’t know the code
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| Don’t know the code
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| Don’t know the code
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| Had to pause the game, with Bomberman, we blowin' up
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| You know wassup, Raccoon City got zombies showin' up
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| Eatin' whole turkeys with Axel walkin' through Streets of Rage
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| Be amazed, ran into Splinter leavin' a pizza place
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| Robotnik teamin' with Bowser, that is as trouble as a game that’s inside of a
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| game
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| Sonic and Knuckles see, through the scope with Goldeneyes of gold marksmen
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| Feelin' just like Link with this gold cartridge
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| He’s on fire, left ‘em toasty like Ed Boon
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| Midway through half of the stage, I get a flesh wound
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| to riddle me fatal and then a halo will appear
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| Then I’m side by side judge with Kratos
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| Hand me a star, now I’m invincible
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| Quarters runnin' low, so typical when I’m gettin' through
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| I got my mojo back against my nemesis on Genesis
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| X-men stage, gotta reset this shit |