Brinstar

VERSE 1 I’m descending into Brinstar DEFCON levels in the red So my defense already set to "Death Star" I’m feeling pretty good though Gun up on my wrist I'm finna save my hood like a sim card, fist up I’m spottin’ zoomers Resembling Koopa’s goombas They maneuver back and forth among the ruins, unamused But if a loser tryna do me like Timon be schoolin’ Pumba My bazooka’s getting queued up Make ‘em rumba like it’s zumba I’ll smoke ‘em like a hookah Make ‘em scuba dive with tuna Ya’ll dropping like Sakura Tried to keep my mood Hakuna Matata If I lose it I’m 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 I’ll 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 I’m 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 I’m off the planet I’ll 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 I’m gunning through tunnels Like a subway tube in London Either hunt or be hunted Cuz the thugs is so abundant I’m lucky my protection’s even tougher than a Gundam I sustained a lot of damages Running around this planet Got me sweatin’ like the socks in my hightops Hov made a song cry I’mma let my gun shed the eye drops Call my cannon Cyclops From Brinstar to Norfair It’s a declaration of war on every corsair You should see my cold stare It’s nothing ya’ll can say to bother me I simply don’t 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 don’t get the message It’s another way to send it I'mma bounce and leave your corpse here It's warfare CHORUS