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[Verse 1: MC Lars]
Dad found me on the steps of the video arcade
Oprhan baby in a basket, seven pounds is all I weighed
And before I learned to walk well I'd mastered Donkey Kong
Q*bert, Final Fight, Master Blaster, and Pong
Blindfolded – okay yeah I know it sounds adorable
But dollars signs in Pop's eyes grew creepy and deplorable
He said
[MC Frontalot]
Play by the noises, follow the ding (boing!)
[MC Lars]
But I can walk the dog and do my homework?
[Verse 2: MC Frontalot]
First, collect coins!
Kid, didn't I find you with a controller in hand?
Now why do you got to go and bring shame to your old man?
Same to your old fans; you were a child prodigy
Up on a milk crate at the cabinet, making cottage cheese
Out of anybody'd put a quarter on screen
My pride in you, extended like the limbs of Dhalsim
All green money motives must a back seat take!
Put the textbooks down, I'm trying to make you great
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[MC Lars]
Locked in the attic Pops trained me from my crib to the stroller
I messed up he'd beat me senseless with the NES controller
[MC Frontalot]
Kid listen I promise, it's for your own good
Wits that you've shown: should you level up? It's understood!
[MC Lars]
I hadn't seen the sun since '98 like Sega Saturn
I've been learning ten-hit combos and the speed run patterns
[MC Frontalot]
More play, less chatter. You're a champion, kid
Under your mattress there had better be some cartridges hid
[MC Lars]
Up up down down left right left right B A – mad scary
It's like Clockwork Orange meets Ray Bradbury
[MC Frontalot]
It's unnecessary to struggle; you're fated to win
But until you beat Bowser, you stay strapped in
[MC Lars]
I want to live a fun life, I've only seen the sun twice
I want real friends dad, Nintendogs won't suffice
[MC Frontalot]
Why do you ask for nothing when the world could be yours?
Flesh-and-blood fun's fleeting. Seek eternal high scores
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[Verse 3: MC Lars]
I want to go to school and clean my room
I don't want to sit here playing Doom
Can't you see I need to go out and play yo
Real sports like baseball, I'm sick of Halo
[Verse 4: MC Frontalot]
Then you're sick of the meaning of life — at your age!
Better try a little harder, you want to clear that stage
And step into the middle of an existence examined
Do it, or you're grounded: make you play backgammon
[Verse 5: MC Lars]
Here's a list of things that I'd rather do
Than sitting home playing Super Smash Brothers with you
Eat peas, do the dishes, walk the dog, mow the lawn
Take your Wii and shove it, I'm off Pops, I'm gone…. Peace!
[Verse 6: MC Frontalot]
Don't Joust with me kid, I'll go berserk
After all of your talent, all of my hard work
All the winnings that you earn, your celebrity too
You want to put us on the streets, like the TV movies do!
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O.G. original gamer
Sad as “Face of a Stranger”