VERSE 1

I’m descending into Brinstar

DEFCON levels in the red

So my defense already set to "Death Star"

I’m feeling pretty good though

Gun up on my wrist

I'm finna save my hood like a sim card, fist up

I’m spottin’ zoomers

Resembling Koopa’s goombas

They maneuver back and forth among the ruins, unamused

But if a loser tryna do me like Timon be schoolin’ Pumba

My bazooka’s getting queued up

Make ‘em rumba like it’s zumba

I’ll smoke ‘em like a hookah

Make ‘em scuba dive with tuna

Ya’ll dropping like Sakura

Tried to keep my mood Hakuna Matata

If I lose it I’m reduced to my medulla ablangata

Oh my God -- I might hadouken like Akuma on ya

And some of the creatures actin' hella unconventional

Swinging from the ceilings like some kind of living pendulum

I’ll never be no friend to them

Sorta like the sentiment of X-men with the sentinels

Gotta put an end to them

Got a lotta benjamins

But seen a lot of fuck shit

Niggas on this planet fly like sinuisodal functions

I’m tryna make haste

Racing through this strange place

Pray that I can save space

This situation been hairy like Pomeranians

The moment that I landed

The more I get subterranean

The harder that I panic

By the time I’m off the planet

I’ll prolly be pretty famished

And manic like animaniacs

I think I need a xanax

CHORUS

Out in Brinstar

You live hard

You get scars

Then you get smart

You hit pause, a couple pit stops

Make a wish, wait a minute

Then you hit start

Everyday in Brinstar

You live hard

You get scars

Then you get smart

You hit pause, a couple pit stops

Make a wish, wait a minute

Then you hit start

VERSE 2

I'm spelunking through puzzles

Every dungeon looks redundant

While I’m gunning through tunnels

Like a subway tube in London

Either hunt or be hunted

Cuz the thugs is so abundant

I’m lucky my protection’s even tougher than a Gundam

I sustained a lot of damages

Running around this planet

Got me sweatin’ like the socks in my hightops

Hov made a song cry

I’mma let my gun shed the eye drops

Call my cannon Cyclops

From Brinstar to Norfair

It’s a declaration of war on every corsair

You should see my cold stare

It’s nothing ya’ll can say to bother me I simply don’t care

Better find a way to bob and weave like its some horse hair

Cleaning up ya messes like an au pair

Fighting for the freedom of the masses call me Voltaire

And if your friends don’t get the message

It’s another way to send it

I'mma bounce and leave your corpse here

It's warfare

CHORUS