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Get Game

Written and performed by Maros, Nes-T, Klopfenpop & MadHatter
Produced by Maros
Mixing and Additional Production by Klopfenpop

Maros:
I'm the king of the game, hot flames, I'm Bowser
Cultivate heat like I grow fire flowers
Wowsers, Brain like Krang
Bring my A game, so prepare for the stain

From fatalities, combo breakin' your reality
Fallacy to challenge my malleability
To straight adhere to the brain waves of an arch enemy
What's gotten into me? See it's simple,

These confuse rays and berserk that stays
lays waste to a party that can hardly use raise
In a daze, eyes glazed, lay you down in your graves
Replay, words flay, I say no way!

I reserve all rights, in a brawl I smash balls
Falcon your face gone, from here to Saigon
n00bs you can't win , there's no way I can lose
Got pocket full of quarters all you've got your shoes

Back up before we waste our time
You try to rush through while we on our grind
We hone our mind too much for your kind
You will find that (aaah!) we get game!

Back up before we waste our time
You try to rush through while we on our grind
We hone our mind too much for your kind
You will find that (aaah!) we get game!


Klop:
We shatterin' high scores
Look at these pitter-patterin' eye sores
I'll admit it--it's a matter of pride, sure
don't mean I should make it a habit to die more.

Whatchu cried for, you can't handle it?
Just showed you your body, made you watch me dismantle it,
teabag for good measure--nothin' scandalous.
and now you need some meditation, scented candle shit?

You're inadequate. Go play a different game
Put down the FPS and play some puzzle shit on MAME
Bitchin' 'bout network lag, figure where to stick the blame
'Cuse me of h4x, all you n00b13 kids is just the same

You're pitiful, mayne. You shouldbe ashamed
From here on out, you might wanna use a different name
You and your boys should quit playin'
K-pop and Maros? We get game.


Chorus


Nes-T:
Ugh! You tryna step to us? You wrecked with rust
so muthafukas catch the bus.
Bringin' that weak sauce here against that rest of us
Y'all are unspectular like it was Festivus

We master players. Cut and slashin'--full crit
You masturbaters--button mashin' bullshit
Joysticks need comfort 'cuz they tremble in our site
Quarters jumpin' out our pocket as you crumble in the fight

School your ass on NBA Jam,
while you grin and bear like a heavy, gay man
Slayin' n00bs while we pullin' out all stops
Run this coin-op, Pong it, watch as your balls flop

Queen of fighters crushin' everything in my path
Be it Centipede, Ghost, or even Contra attack
Try and invade my space I'll put you in your place 'fore you can blink
Show no mercy, steady pwnin' with my killer instinct

Find more of me, MadHatter and Klopfenpop(as part of Torrentz) at scrubclubrecords.com