R'mon the New Age - Contra (The Cheat Code) [Button A, B Mix]

Ok ok what you talking about
Money equals freedom, better watch ya mouth
Before they Turn into some agents and take you out
If life is a simulation, I’m trying to break you out of the
Ups… Downs
And all that monotony
I always feel like, somebody is watching me
I go against the grain and look at where it has gotten me
Stuck in a stage no warp zone
Trying to get my cut, then some cortisone
Because of Maldistribution, no retribution
I've come to a conclusion that is forgone
Fuck the left… and the Right
Ain’t neither on my team, very forthright
Wish I knew back when, lacked the foresight
That’s the nature of the beast this is Fortnite
Young, dumb at 21, No blackjack
They don’t want to hear it, no backpack
When they try and tug your chain give you rope, So you can hang
And say you did it to yourself, but no fap, fap
The worlds a stage and everybody plays a part
Some are obstacles, Some even question marks
Some are just Goombarios, running for their cardio
I’m getting on their head like I’m Mario
Up down up down, Left Right Left Right
And the wonder why my people can't get right
B, A, B, A, F-U-C-K
To the select few, who started out on easy
You start with 1up we All-Madden right from the bottom
You can't collect the coins if you don't know how to spot them
See how you play the game indicates just how you got them
The game is fixed, some call it cheating so we just throw out the console
Home of the free, land of the slave
If money equals freedom, then who’s getting paid
They give you just a taste, maybe just a taste
You can make a little cheese but stay in your place
If the cheese is what we chase, We all are in a maze
Meant trying to find our way, thru this rat race
This young-in asked me how to make a lot of cheddar
I told him the same way they make mozzarella
For that Swiss watch em switch like some Colby-Jack
For that Muenster, now they’re a monster like Michael Jack-
Son in thriller for scrilla, Gouda and Parma packs
All cheese ain’t good cheese better watch for traps
can't make American cheese without the starter culture
Next, you add the Rennet to coagulate and sculpture
Them Vultures will try to pick your brain
So they know how to push your buttons
Like a joystick controller
Up down up down, Left Right Left Right
And the wonder why my people can't get right
B, A, B, A, F-U-C-K
To the select few, who started out on easy
You start with 1up we All-Madden right from the bottom
You can't collect the coins if you don't know how to spot them
See how you play the game indicates just how you got them
The game is fixed, some call it cheating so we just throw out the console
It’s like a contra sometimes that makes me ponder
Don’t want to turn into a monster

Written by:
Armond Randle

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