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letra de eight bit legends - lo key

[intro]
what the f-ck y’all know about nintendo? (wo! yeah!)
eight bit legends in the buildin’! (hehehe, yeah)
what the f-ck y’all know about
lo key and badluck
(old schoolaz!)
where my motherf-ckin’ old schoolaz at?
right here!
talkin’ ’bout nes (check this out, yo, yo)

[verse 1: lokey]
i live eight bit, die for that great sh-t
packin’ a duck hunt gun, so i can spray sh-t (poah, poah!)
grew up playin’ castlevania
boy in his [?] was that master flava (huh)
learned how to slap hoes smackin’ bowser up
smacked my older sister with that f-ggot-ass power-up (c’mere, b-tch!)
cause that sh-t didn’t work for sh-t
had the zelda bedsheets cause i earned the b-tch
mike’s punch out, that was the jam, yo (huah!)
punk-ass rookies never made it past glass joe
blast foes till they explode and turn invisible
got these new school kids lookin’ pitiful (woah!)
roll through the underground tunnels with piranha plants
i can ninja gaiden on your face, i ain’t gotta dance
roll through clubs with nintendo gear
i got a feelin’ that’s why none of my friends are here, yo
[hook: badluck, lo key]
up, up, down, down (hahahahaha!)
left, right, left, right, b, a, start (yeah, you motherf-ckers have no idea)
up, down, down (how good i am at motherf-ckin’ nintendo, b-tch)
left, right, left, right, b, a, start (f-ck your xbox!)
up, down, down (you ain’t got sh-t on me, mothaf-cka)
left, right, left, right, b, a, start (i’ll 8-beat your ass back to f-ckin’)
up, down, down (motherf-ckin’…)
left, right, left, right, b, a, start (atari, b-tch!)
(select start)

[verse 2: lokey]
rappin’ ’bout nintendo, i guess we a contraband
if your girl’s a hottie, i’ma show you how i bomb a man (woh!)
i’m reppin’ nes to the death so f-ck a xbox
double draggin’ you across the street up in a headlock
if your game gets f-cked up, just blow on it
put it back in and show ’em who’s ghost on it
side-scrollin’, mindblowin’, masta blasta
kung-fu master
level one, get a gun, start with an iron-claw
got the power-up, now i’m throwin’ out fireb-lls
i am y’all’s neighborhood crip with a bedsheet
wrapped around my head up in the streets like the iron cheats
screamin’ ’bout metroid, [?] s-x toys
pants around my ankles just pretendin’ to collect coins
you might say i’m a little unscrewed
but when it comes to old school, we just better than you
[bridge]
yeah, i’m looking for a nintendo 8-bit system
uh, lemme check with my manager, make sure we uh, we have them still, they’re- they’re pretty old
yeah, man, i’ve been- i’ve been lookin’ everywhere for ’em, man

[hook: badluck, lo key]
up, up, down, down (hahahahaha!)
left, right, left, right, b, a, start (yeah, you motherf-ckers have no idea)
up, down, down (how good i am at motherf-ckin’ nintendo, b-tch)
left, right, left, right, b, a, start (f-ck your xbox!)
up, down, down (you ain’t got sh-t on me, mothaf-cka)
left, right, left, right, b, a, start (i’ll 8-beat your ass back to f-ckin’)
up, down, down (motherf-ckin’…)
left, right, left, right, b, a, start (atari, b-tch!)
(select start)

[verse 3: badluck]
most of my life tumbled away in the hourglass
spendin’ much of my time hood up on the powerpad
but now my fans [?] they gas, yo, i’m still runnin’
jumpin’ fences like hurdles, the cops got me top gunnin’ (ha, ha, ha, ha!)
[?] somethin’ from that princess, that dirty hoe (sl-t!)
[?] back to mario
mario’s probably the one to give a dyk- more (mothaf-cka!)
i’ma find a [?] and cut off his life-force
armed with a sword and a candle of light (night! yeah!)
got a [?] on the back of my [?] (right! woh!)
can’t [?] up in the grass mound
now i’m ’bout to ‘dress these motherf-ckers with my pants down (come on, now!)
wow, now they all call me megaman
packin’ a 16-bit chip like sega can (boing!)
i’m the maniac that’s livin’ in your mansion
you wanna get me out? come to river city with the ransom

[outro: badluck, lo key]
select start for two players, yeah
for two players you gotta do it to select
[?] frickin’ [?] sh-t, man
i had sixteen man, man, not thirty
sixten man on that motherf-cker [?] gold

nineteen eighty f-ckin’ nine
twenty years later, still holdin’ it down
8-bit classics mobbin’ on your b-tch-ass (what y’all know about this?)
for the two, triple-0, eight (what y’all know about that?)
cause y’all can’t f-ck with me when i come through
when i kick your little sister in the head, b-tch
and i wrap a f-cking cord around her neck and beat her skull

- lo key

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