Intro:

One. One two. I’ma just go in.

Verse (G-Mo):

Whats the point of raisin’ the bar? You couldn’t make it this far/
I’m like Chris Redfield, I found my place in the stars/
And I been spittin’ Twisted Metal straight from the heart/
Since Axel had two wheels restrainin’ his arms/

I’m goin’ hard for the top score you can’t touch/
I already beat the story, this the new game plus/
It was almost game over but my crew came clutch/
We back-back-down-square, fuckin’ Liu Kang up/

Time waits for no man, the Prince of Persia had stigma/
You runnin’ from the Dahaka but im finna clash wit’ um/
Steppin’ like DDR, you could never dance wit’ us/
And we finna go bananas on you monkey ass niggas/

Apply pressure, I speed by Eggbert/
Professor E Gadd type expert/
You betrayed the team like Wesker/ 
But first you made sure that you benefitted from everything in the network/

I took the road to dawn and my eyes was closed/
A blind fold on Riku, the light was gone/
I tell um like Hov, they tryna capitalize off Mo/
Like I dont see the demons inside of they Dark Souls/

Hook:

Inf Gang in this thang and we runnin’ down/
You aint believe it but you seein’ how we comin now/
They use to hate us, don’t give a fuck if they love it now/
Hip Hop never died, it was hidin’ underground/
x2

Verse2 (Jae Harmony):

I'm Gabriel Logan, lurking with the air tazer, can you feel the burn?/
Turn um to ashes to the point it couldn't fit the urn/
I'm Paul bearer in the Attitude Era/
Wit duel Desi's times 2, thats 4 50s, Juventud Guerrera/

Straight outta Tenchu, rhymes sharper than claymores/
But no free raps, my shit is dlc pack, you only get what you pay for/
& you can't afford that kind of tax/
My mom think that I'm a saint, but I'm Johnny Gat/

Niggas impressed by money & presidential rollies/
I just want the guns, the gore & Cannoli’s/
Follow the Legacy of Kain, pledging no allegiance/
I send em to the shadow-realm with this Soul Reaver/

Hassan chop your snot box, bitch im Yoshimitsu/
The most hated inda west, call me Colm O'driscoll/
So put ya chaos crystals in the bag/
Or me n G can take turns beatin’ yo ass, call it Tekken Tag/

Hook:

Inf Gang in this thang and we runnin’ down/
You aint believe it but you seein’ how we comin now/
They use to hate us, don’t give a fuck if they love it now/
Hip Hop never died, it was hidin’ underground/
x2

Verse 3 (Cell):

Don’t come around wit’ that opposition swagger/
(G-Mo): This that Gears of War shit, Cell blast the Gnasher/
(Cell): You niggas is full of shit, and yo ass is backwards/
My team is full of them legends that Ash couldn’t capture/

The heart of Rapture, seems to be reality/
Splicers surrounding me in a canopy screamin’ hella profanity/
Lookin’ like they really want beef/
I pop a senzu bean and run down like a stampede/

Handin’ um out like Paperboy, they eaten’ them up like Bok Choy/
Fuck wit the crew, you know what it do, the Infantry’s already deployed/
Look at the field then tell me it’s real, my people are runnin’ the game boy/
Aint nothin’ to do but lace up your shoes or pick up the cannon like Metroid/

I’m all in you can tell them it’s a bet/
You couldn’t seem me even if you was movin’ in the Omnideck/
Step in the ring, let me show you what it is/
A fury of fist will have him runnin’ back to his consciousness/

Hook x2