Konami Code Lyrics

If you're not 100% ready for a

NERDCORE RAP then I HIGHLY SUGGEST

You click away NOW before your MOM

Comes into the room and asks you

WHAT THE HELL you're listening to

Because I've got

No idea how it's gonna go down

But I've never been one to shy from the crowd

I got decades of the fundamentals in my brain

Those pixels coursing through my veins but

What I'll never know is how I'll try to explain

To my kids how their grandfather's era of games

Paved the way for today's empty cliches

Generations of mainstream triple-As

Built on the backs of the ones that came before

Back in the day when my choice was BULBASAUR

My friends weren't impressed with his lack of CHARM

AND DURability's a riSK WORD TILL leech seed's armed

But I put 'em all to sleep and then I beat defeat

Never gonna overcome my meta strategies

You're gonna throw your controller resorting to cheese

Please SCVs accompany your marines

Accuse me of fighting like a dairy farmer

With an antique old-school pick for starters

While you reject the udders and you cling to now

How appropriate you fight like a cow

Cuz I'm the insult sword fight record holder

I'm the road worn savior of Corley Motors

And if Kirby would eat me no doubt in my mind

He'd be full up on beats and destroying with rhymes

No idea how it's gonna go down

But I've never been one to shy from the crowd

I got decades of the fundamentals in my brain

Those pixels coursing through my veins but

What I'll never know is how I'll try to explain

To my kids how their grandfather's era of games

Paved the way for today's empty cliches

Generations of mainstream triple-As

It's my responsibility to teach 'em fine leather jackets

Are the perfect way to keep a zombie pirate distracted

When they question the logic and the sense that made

I'll regale them with tales of the Last Crusade

And with a little UP UP DOWN DOWN LEFT RIGHT LEFT RIGHT

They'll Be enAbled to START delighting

In the worlds where I used to lose my days and

We'll revel in the levels of my favorite games

In the chaos of speeding through the Emerald Hill Zone

Hoping to amass a full assortment of gemstones

Grabbing hold of every golden ring you see but

Keeping one will save you more than chasing fifty

Under stars of the tropic's southern cross you

Gotta search the islands gotta find the doc

And as the letter's getting wetter from my

Uncle Steve 747 Nav-Com Sub-C

When you're running from a monster be they necromorphs

Or they're zombies maybe nurses even dinosaurs

And you're cornered and you're scared and you're fighting for life

Take a moment to remember that it's all contrived

There's a window? Zombie climbing over

Fence up? Dinosaur enclosure

Nurses? You better kill your flashlight

Save point? There's gonna be a BOSS FIGHT

No idea how it's gonna go down

But I've never been one to shy from the crowd

I got decades of the fundamentals in my brain

Those pixels coursing through my veins but

What I'll never know is how I'll try to explain

To my kids how their grandfather's era of games

Paved the way for today's empty cliches

Generations of mainstream triple-As

It's my responsibility to teach 'em fine leather jackets

Are the perfect way to keep a zombie pirate distracted

When they question the logic and the sense that made

I'll regale them with tales of the Last Crusade

And with a little UP UP DOWN DOWN LEFT RIGHT LEFT RIGHT

They'll Be enAbled to START delighting

In the worlds where I used to lose my days and

We'll revel in the levels of my favorite games

Be there right beside them with a captive eye

While a disconnect controller keeps them occupied

While they figure out that Magus is a likeable guy

While they learn to snipe a banshee pilot out of his ride

As they grow into their own and their birthdays arrive

I'll be cracking all my jokes and they'll be rolling their eyes

As I hold an empty plate and say the cake is a lie

As they grown call me lame I'll be dying inside

And confide in my wife that a clash of pride

Overwhelming my heart where my feels reside

Cuz I'm deep in the grief at the growing divide

Between me and the He-They-She-Non-B

I achieved a naive kind of forced design

Where they'd see that the key to a life resides

In relieving the need to defeat the grind

Interweaving belief that a nine to five

Would protect like a vest to the chest would lie

To the grace in the face of a child of mine

When I choke on the joke of my own advice

Would I heed a decree to put my dreams aside

For the sake of insecurity that comes with aging

And the question of which world here is most worth saving

When all I want to know is that they're gonna be fine

But I need to release the conceit

That while it's my responsibility to teach 'em fine leather jackets

Are the perfect way to keep a zombie pirate distracted

When they question the logic and the sense that made

I'll regale them with tales of the Last Crusade

And if they ever UP UP DOWN DOWN LEFT RIGHT LEFT RIGHT

Help 'em think with portals till their cores ignite

We can't always be there to remind them to save

We just have to be brave

No idea how it's gonna go down

But I've never been one to shy from the crowd

I got decades of the fundamentals in my brain

Those pixels coursing through my veins but

What I'll never know is how I'll try to explain

To my kids how their grandfather's era of games

Paved the way for today's empty cliches

Generations of mainstream triple-As