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letra de 32bit (ft barebase, king grubb & salar) - mcabre brothers

[verse one – barebase]
powerful overhand right
it’s your vertical white night, lights out lie down
mirrors to take the enemy down
yes you’re in my sights now
green light, shoot to k!ll the snipers on the roof
the devil in my babbel means the end of life as you know it
so you and your right hand man have permission to pipe down
all because of axel from the streets of rage
for a week’s pay trying to keep the streets safe and decent so behave
extract the venom out the snakes use that as a weapon
anacondas mowing down the cannon fodder
they’re out of their jurisdiction
superintendent ask for your gun and your badge
blood stains is on the ground, a human victim
so i’m the goodie, you the baddy
save the damsel who’s the hero
play them super villains stroking white cats off up against each other
with reserves of pain of anger help me release sonicbooms
to test your strategy and guile
and just how shrewd an individual are you?
when i tell you to perform moves i wouldn’t normally ask of you
definitely the work of a cold blooded k!ller, detective thriller
coming iller than a film noir
so when you’re p-ssing through again (pshhh)
i’ll shoot the blue fireball out my hand and then i’ll ask you if you’re ken

[verse two – lee scott]
jump punch panic stations
b-tton bashers wasting my time
32bit decaptiation of spine
my level backdrop, a scenic mountainside
where i practice cuttin’ f-ckin’ mohican’s down to size
chivalry is dyin’ trust me
where we beat b-tches like they’re chun lee
and skip with stretched arms
so you’re f-cked unless your character holds a pistol
to lose i have to self-harm like yoshimitsu
kazuya ain’t no d-mn devil
easily p-ssed that last level
slappin’ jack into scr-p metal
laugh at brian then, recycle him, m. bison him (psh psh)
now you’re changing your name like your him
go and find your sims game nice but dim
the boy’s an amateur
judging by his choice of character
clocked him, chop to the neck, combo borrowed from baek
dodgin’ his best efforts press exit now
right hand delivers his death with a spliff in his left
something laughed and then thud
his pad splashed in his blood
the f-ckin’ lawnmower man of this oddworld
i’ll sew your mouth shut unless you close it, next opponent

[verse three – king grubb]
step to my platform and mcs are on some [?]
on my level until they got clocked and pushed off
you pray that i die
fatal strike
no continues in this game of life

[verse four – monster under the bed]
yo, yo, yo
[?] increase when i k!ll the pig
sly cooper type manoeuvre but when i kicked his grid
gta on your f-ckin ridge racer car
smashed your car
no question marks when i p-ss
i need the press start and think… (freeze)
i was getting far, now i got six stars
i need to discharge my whip fast and subtly slip past the pigs
i never play unless i got a game plan
i’m hard to the core, you’re ubisoft like rayman
children of the d-mned
my clique roll thick like e honda
i’ll give your face million dollar (psh) slap
yo, ko perfect round from an insomniac
square eyed with spare lives
and don’t you dare try savin’ your health
it’s not an option
in this game you’re playing yourself
i jump bit
run rings round you like sonic did in dr robotnik’s chip
32 f-cking bit that street rawkus sh-t
bonus level for my unbroken record setting death toll
swollen knuckles and open temples
tomb raidin’ for a blue paper
to roll a fresh joint before the next checkpoint and snooze later
(zzzz)

[verse five – salar]
the dope pro evo hero
don’t be so ego pr-ne
i’ll bring your snuff factor down to zero
i’ll go blue down, you go red up
i’ll even put my keeper up front
two in defence you’ll still get f-cked
creep in the place like snake
and empty my soft arm clip in your face
i’m real, f-ck the fakes
next pr-ck who favours fifa over pro will catch a steel blunted mace
give your facial some real structure shapes
the warchild
reverse backflip kick your jaw forest law style
your mission, decapitate hench crews
with the art of tenchu
but when you get there say rikimaru sent you
to bring your end fool
the coldest cat with a golden axe
collectin’ blue magic potion flasks
sub-zero got you frozen in fear
but my scorpion hook is a sure way of getting you over here (get over here)
followed by an uppercut
the toasty man will show his ugly mug
salar is never the runner up
parkour, i keep the pedal to the floor
let slugs pour
never hid behind the wall cos’ i’m raw
unless to reload of course
test to see oh
you’re rest in peace bro
your corpse is left for pests to eat whole
look, we don’t give a f-ck
blow the sh-t out your truck and duck
just to get my wanted level stars up

- mcabre brothers

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