You ready?! Lets go!
Yeah, for those of you that want to know what we're all about
It's like this y'all (c'mon! )
This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain
And a hundred percent reason to remember the game!
M2K doesn't need his name up in lights
He just wants to win whether it be Smash or the like
He feels so unlike everybody else, alone
In spite of the fact that some people still think that they know him
But **** em, he knows the code
It's not about the salary
It's all about reality and creatin' the storm
Makin' the story - makin' sure his shield stays up
That means when he puts it down he's rappin' it up! let's go!
Who the hell is he anyway?
He never really posts much
Never concerned with status but always leavin' them star struck
Humbled through tourneys won by him despite the fact
That many misjudge him because he wavedashes from front and back
He learned how to himself, now the tipper connects
Never askin' for anyone's help, to get some respect
He's only focused on what he needs, he lands dolphin slash
And now it's all over, his sword is beyond reach
It's just three feet long
twenty percent dealt
Be at sixty percent and your stock is off
Who would've thought that he'd be the one to set the east in flames
And I heard he's movin to smash bros brawl, "Remember The Game"
Came back dropped DSF, took em to church
Next is Ken, "man, why is it you I always verse?"
This dude is the ****, now he be placin' in top spots
His stock may as well be JV six, His Fox hit will all his shots
Fox has a four frame shine, a three frame hop
ten frame wavedash brining it up
It does five percent fresh, three percent stale
At a hundred percent upsmash to end the game
They call him Jason the Robot
Setting his controller ablaze
Got him out the dryer he's hot
Ready to four-stock mikeHAZE
Everyone is annihilated
By the shine, by the spike
Resulting in a 10% death, he's so fast to strike
Four years on the scene, patiently waitin' to blow
Now the match against Ken has the attention of the globe
He's got a partner in crime, his **** is equally dope
You wont believe the kind of **** that comes out of Vidjo's throat
Ken! He's not your everyday kid on the block
He knows how to work with what he's got
Makin' his way to the top
People think it's a common smashers name
People wonder if he's been Ken combo'in since birth
Or does he Ken combo smashers in vain?
No he's livin' proof, Got him rockin' the shoes
He'll get you dyin' quicker than you can think
He and his Marth as known has the King of Smash
Dedicated to what he's doin buildin' a hundred percent
Forget M2K Nobody really knows how or why he works so hard
It seems like he's got so much time
Because he knows every frame and he wins all the time
And I've seen him at work when that light goes on in his mind
It's like a design is written in his head every time
Before he even touches a button or combos the time
And those mother****ers he runs with, those kids shined blind?
Ridiculous, without even trying, how did he do it!
This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name!
