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