Midwest Express - Up, Up, Down, Down lyrics

Zak: I'm harder to beat than Contra so enter the Konami Code 30 lives, dirty rhymes, trust me, you can't stop me, bro The sickest villain, I take up the whole screen Come in with the biggest schtick to make all of these hoes scream Got these other rappers nervous 'cuz all of their flows seem Like they're a little too weak - in need of some protein Brighten the dumbest dullard, make the dullest stones gleam Always got one in the hole, no putter, no green You can say you're this and that, but we all know you're really not Drink like Kobe Bryant, man, taking way too many shots Cooking dinner that is frying on the stovetop Great Kazoo is sitting on my shoulder, saying "don't stop!" Tryin' to write something that the shelves in the store lack Interpret an image that could mean anything: Rorschach The movie isn't over yet, so bring the score back But this is my house, please wipe your feet on the doormat Bring the beat back; the ba** fat Swirl it with lyrics to make it a cla**ic, I'm that sure Yeah, I move so fast that I can catch squirrels Hang with a crew full of pirates like the Black Pearl You wanna see how I dream? Picture lax curls Hangin' from the shoulders of these big-booty black girls Who drop it low and do a dance with a fast twirl What else can I say? Welcome to Zak's world Mike: Mike East in the domicile - Quite beast like a crocodile - It might be that I been gone a while But I just needed all the right beats Now I'm GANGNAM STYLE!!! I'm chilling south of the river like I was Psy in it And I'm not rocking that colored contacts in my eyes gimmick Tasteful like fried chicken, mouths water when I spit it Flipping that middle digit, I'm a cynic but I know my limit I take it easy, I sip on the medicine slow. The same way I cook my venison bro Best in show with intelligent flow and Edison glow I know I'm pleasant, yo - thanks for the sentiment, though I wreck face like a pair of broken sungla**es. Tired of hearing all these dust-smoking dumba**es seein' who can run fastest without any legs or eyes; sounds to me like a sh**ty way to excercise I go full bore, strength-training verbally. Scaling every hurdle I see, dodging hyperbole Rappers always talk about haters but it's unheard to me cuz I haven't met any yet and no one's trynna murder me. I'm probably jumping the gun, though. Here come the bullets! Open up your toolkit, pull a clip and I'll call your bullsh**. Bring down your Hindenberg, sink your Titanic Cuz you've been claiming yours, but this is my planet