Dream Warriors

Who else but Ram3 rocking a 3-piece/
Could spit it with the kick that'll wake you from 3 sleeps?/
Blood's thicker than water - I wade in it, knee deep/
Architect - change the landscape of these mean streets/

It's a paradox when my pen flows/
The ink hides the loops, now you caught in my Penrose/
The next Last Dragon, man - look how the pen glows/
The truth was on the page, from the moment my pen rose/
The ink hides the loops - a paradox when my pen flows/

Watch and learn, my crew - schooling the nation/
"A job this complex requires imagination"/
That's why I treat the mind like mi casa/
And run schemes like Mr. Eames from Gun Hill to Mombasa/

Super slick - I be dodging the snake's venom/
My verse is like a maze, I know that you're not getting/
But I keeps it really real - I know if the top's spinning/

Game Over (for Frankie)

When I move you move, is it Luda or inertia?/
Sick with the words, slick moves - Prince of Persia/
Word the - past meets the future like a Dinobot/
Ram3 hit the track, Atlas Shrugged - now he Bioshocked/

This is like Wayne's World, you are not worthy/
Eat rappers, take their skills like Mega Man and Kirby/
The best of both worlds - split personalities merging/
You sick? I'm Dr. Mario - they prepping me for surgery/

I rock the pen like Broken Sword wields a half knife/
Escaped from Black Mesa Projects, something like Half-Life/
I'm Gordon Freeman possessed by the Raging Demon/
Slice and dicing out with Raiden (mgs), shock like Raiden (mk) - leave 'em screaming/

I'm 1st player, you 2nd on the guest list/
Blah Blah, you move bricks - man, whatever I play Tetris/
Yea..and my specials never finish/
You on the ground, first round - Super Hyper Combo Finish/

--Digital Villainy

8-Bit Morning

It's an 8-bit day, I can be your Mega Man/
We could push through whatever hurts, measure it in Megahurtz/
She wanna Rock and Roll, Rush to the megabytes/
Looking like a fly Ninja Gaiden in some leather tights/
Stalked her like a Sphinx in the grass/
Said, "I can free you from your dungeon, be your Link to the Past"/
Or I can walk past, that could be the end of it/
She shot me through the heart, on some Duck Hunt Nintendo shit/
Caught me using cheat codes, now she Bruce Lee with kendo sticks/
Tried to build with her, like a Tetris-trained architect/
But she slept on me like a Tempur-pedic narcolept/
Thought I worked quick like, "Get ready, on your mark, get set"/ Go
Figure, she had me looking Up, Down, Left, Right - point A to B - right back to Start, Select/
She had me feeling like Low G-Man, floating/
But now it's Game Over, no continues, last token/