Im on a quest (“King’s Quest”, “Dragon’s Quest”) for the missing link (a “Zelda” reference) in three dimensions
you got no game, no question, doomed to my profession
in an age of imparts where starcraft turns to warcraft
turn [bad word] to liars
let me [bad word] and conquer
on this mission impossible
i turn friendships into babalities (the finshing moves in which you turn your opponent into a woman, or hold out a hand in friendship, in “Mortal Kombat 3″)
when its the finishing moves we build like sim-man
they all fake like sim-city and try to play megaman
understand that space **** is blowing up like galaga beta
i turn xenophobe when [bad word] to space invaders
space harrier ordains
let em fall like tetris, the metroids hit the mother brain(final boss in “Metroid”)
put on your metal gear, prepare to take your mark
i got mad game like up up down down left right left right b a select start(most famous chet code: Contra, for the NES)
i nuke em in 3-d(from Duke Nukem’ 3-D)
they buggin, stomp ‘em them similar to millipedes, centipedes and centigraded (an old pinball game)
they makin it past the pit fall
i hide in the windows, slap em around like pinball
and im tired of playing with fools with no  strategy or sense,
im going back to cali… dot net
swift open pitfall but instead killer instinct
moodswing detects your traits so fast before your eyes blink
no final fantasyhere cuz i persist in buildin lives
call me the bombermancuz in my dome is where my lyrics surprise
i see through my, golden eye, to the maze, craze in which you plundered
me and sole, nintendo 64 now the fools are atari 2600
i be the doom, we tomb raid(er)ed, raided their tomb,
and i been jousting kangaroos since donkey kong was in its mothers womb
aint that some *****, my vibration fort expand the borders and while im seen to elevate the action by pumping quarters
race around the spy hunterand at the same time im blowin out tires
not a street fighter but i duck blows like i was frogger
in this so called game of life, pole position against the darker
i do it till the death, up to im out of breath or until,
my eyes persist to hurt, my hands and fingers start to kill
i will, circle opponents without an offical players guide
mysterious defeats the enemy with sole one at my side
check out my sleeve, for my secret moves in tricks
but that mission is impossible so get off our [bad word] and attack, just [bad word] this mc
you aint got enough quarters of credits to stay in the game with we
press pause on your life, try to block the screen
im a live poet all to beast, man slash machine
just a karate champ
and im a virtua fighter
so my sole plane invades
turning who-riders to mack-writers
let the planes and excite bike
elevating like an ice climber
theyre at the burners, you are all consumed by my fire
toungue blades of steel, im on an alpha mission
and, yo, i stomp and set like rampage
assume the pole position
i dont play on the station
you get seen with koleko vision (old gaming system)
activision  (developer) in a song, gorilla warfare like donkey kong
im simplistic like
this [bad word] like
bomb
walking in alienation
we’re the gauntlet you [bad word] 
now youre scared and double dribbl(e)in’
creating pools of radiance
when i was a street fighter and [bad word]  [bad word]  my obedience
it aint no game no more but its got all the old controls
in the end i want all my quarters back in this tecmo bowl
bio-engineer to control where the hands go
no need for catchy hooks
we’re the [bad word] [bad word]