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VERSE 1
Iâm descending into Brinstar
DEFCON levels in the red
So my defense already set to Death
Star
Iâm feeling pretty good though
Gun up on my wrist
I'm finna save my hood like a sim card, fist up
Iâm spottinâ zoomers
Resembling Koopaâs goombas
They maneuver back and forth among the ruins, unamused
But if a loser tryna do me like Timon be schoolinâ Pumba
My bazookaâs getting queued up
Make âem rumba like itâs zumba
Iâll smoke âem like a hookah
Make âem scuba dive with tuna
Yaâll dropping like Sakura
Tried to keep my mood Hakuna Matata
If I lose it Iâm reduced to my medulla ablangata
Oh my God -- I might hadouken like Akuma on ya
And some of the creatures actin' hella unconventional
Swinging from the ceilings like some kind of living pendulum
Iâll never be no friend to them
Sorta like the sentiment of X-men with the sentinels
Gotta put an end to them
Got a lotta benjamins
But seen a lot of fuck shit
Niggas on this planet fly like sinuisodal functions
Iâm tryna make haste
Racing through this strange place
Pray that I can save space
This situation been hairy like Pomeranians
The moment that I landed
The more I get subterranean
The harder that I panic
By the time Iâm off the planet
Iâll prolly be pretty famished
And manic like animaniacs
I think I need a xanax
CHORUS
Out in Brinstar
You live hard
You get scars
Then you get smart
You hit pause, a couple pit stops
Make a wish, wait a minute
Then you hit start
Everyday in Brinstar
You live hard
You get scars
Then you get smart
You hit pause, a couple pit stops
Make a wish, wait a minute
Then you hit start
VERSE 2
I'm spelunking through puzzles
Every dungeon looks redundant
While Iâm gunning through tunnels
Like a subway tube in London
Either hunt or be hunted
Cuz the thugs is so abundant
Iâm lucky my protectionâs even tougher than a Gundam
I sustained a lot of damages
Running around this planet
Got me sweatinâ like the socks in my hightops
Hov made a song cry
Iâmma let my gun shed the eye drops
Call my cannon Cyclops
From Brinstar to Norfair
Itâs a declaration of war on every corsair
You should see my cold stare
Itâs nothing yaâll can say to bother me I simply donât care
Better find a way to bob and weave like its some horse hair
Cleaning up ya messes like an au pair
Fighting for the freedom of the masses call me Voltaire
And if your friends donât get the message
Itâs another way to send it
I'mma bounce and leave your corpse here
It's warfare
CHORUS