[G Rate | Male Rap Lead | Boastful Aggressor | Controlled Aggression | Percussive Triplet Delivery, Clipped Consonants] [Smooth | Male Melodic Voice | Hype Amplifier | Aggressive Boastful Energy, against Smooth's usual warm register | Full-Voiced Belting, Sustained Power Vowels] [Intro | G Rate | Smooth] [DJ Scratch, Coin Drop SFX, Boom Bap Kick Count-In: "1-2... 1-2-3-4"] [G Rate] Yo... turn the lights down,,,, plug the machine in,,,,, Nineteen-ninety-four, and we ain't leavin' [Smooth] POCKET FULL OF QUARTERS, THAT'S THE ONLY CASH WE SPENDIN'! [Both] Uh-huh, uh-huh, here's how the story's endin' [Verse 1 | G Rate] [Boastful Aggression | Percussive Triplet Delivery] Walked in the arcade with a scowl on my face Neon on the walls, smoke fillin' up the space Row of cabinets linin' up like soldiers Daytona USA, three seats, three shoulders Racin' for the wheel, elbow to elbow Screamin' at the screen when the rubber band mode go Slow and heavy bass, but my anger's runnin' quick Last token in my palm and I'm ready to flip it [Verse 2 | Smooth] [Boastful Aggression, against type | Full-Voiced Belting into Rap Cadence] Street Fighter cabinet, crowd two rows deep Hadouken in my sleep, combo in my feet Mortal Kombat corner, cold sweat on my brow Uppercut, block it, finish him now Killer Instinct flashin' "C - C - Combo Breaker" NBA Jam courtside, we the trash talkers, we the takers Angry at the joystick when it sticks and it jams But I run it back again 'cause that's who I am [Hook | G Rate | Smooth] [Dual Gang-Vocal Chant | Explosive Boastful Energy | Clipped Call Answered by Full-Voiced Belting] [G Rate] IN-SERT COIN! [Smooth] WE CAME TO PLAY! [G Rate] QUAR-TERS DOWN! [Smooth] ALL DAY, EVERY DAY! [Both] Nine-ties kids, we the ones who know High score screen got our initials on the glow IN-SERT COIN! We ain't leavin' the arcade This the anthem for the tokens that we paid [Verse 3 | G Rate] [Boastful, Confident, Old-School Swagger] Ticket machine spittin' out my prize Skee-ball rollin', watch the numbers rise Time Crisis, gun in hand, duckin' behind the crate X-Men six-player cab, we couldn't wait Angry at the line when some kid cuts in front Slow burn rage but the bassline still a blunt Run it, don't rush it, this the old school flow Old school status, we the kings of the show [Verse 4 | Smooth] [Full-Voiced Belting, Boastful] Area 51, blastin' at the screen Virtua Fighter spinnin' like a fightin' machine Pac-Man ghost chase still got me shook Every quarter that I spend is another look At a world built from pixels, built from steel and glass Built to make you angry when you run outta cash But we back tomorrow with another pocket full 'Cause the arcade is the temple, and the joystick is the tool [Hook | G Rate | Smooth] repeat [Bridge | G Rate | Smooth] [Trading Rhetorical Lines | Aggressive Nostalgia] [G Rate] You remember the smell? Popcorn and machine oil. [Smooth] You remember the sound? Coins hittin' metal, boil. [G Rate] You remember the rage when your combo ain't land? [Smooth] You remember the pride when you beat the whole stand? [Both] That's the nineties. That's the arcade. That's us. [Hook | G Rate | Smooth, bigger] repeat [Outro | G Rate | Smooth] [Machine Powers Down | Aggressive into Laughing Sign-Off] [G Rate] Game over... insert coin. [Both] Nineteen-ninety-four forever.
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