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released 11 March 2010

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A_Rival San Francisco

A_Rival is a hip-hop/electronic rapper/producer from San Francisco, CA who has a geniune obsession/interest in video games.

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Track Name: Go For Broke
When me and my crew kicks, we big and exciting like new flicks
we're keeping cats moving like broomsticks
they say the show's hype and I guess the shoe fits
ain't nobody brought this type of this 8-Bit music
color me ridiculous when I get into this
microphone physicist, get ready cause this is it!
nuclear rhyme proliferator life obliterator
eye for eye reciprocator time to meet your maker
you're just an imitator
I'm piercin' through impregnable defense
and movin' way to quick for your reflex
your body gets ignited like one of the phoenix,
your life is out of reach of your arms like t-rex,
my style is cretaceous, bitches don't say shit,
criticism is baseless, uh huh
the rap game is sufferin' from cryostasis
so when the bass hits, we just gon' say this
come on

CHORUS:
WHO WANNA GO, TOE TO TOE, BLOW FOR BLOW
IT'S TIME TO GO FOR BROKE, COME ON!
HA HA HA HA
STEP UP IF YOU WANT IT PLAYA

I chill with planetskill we unitin' the whole game
representin' before dhalsim was spittin the yoga flame
I'm bringin' it to suckas who think that they're hot shit
if they try to fuck with us then we give 'em the hot shit
I break 'em down, 1 by 1, just like 11
when I'm g-g-g-g-gunnin' my tongue like smith and wesson,
my style is unblockable we do the impossible
try to stop the unstoppable find yourself in the hospital,
we rock it all, from magfest to budapest
back up to my hometown where we never be slowin' down,
the sound's got you bobbin' and weavin' like punchout
best believe that we ain't leavin' til after the sun's out,
no doubt, clinically proven to get you movin'
on stage I be bringin' the pain like count rugen,
rockin with no illusion we causin' suckas confusion
no stoppin the revolution that we're doin'''

CHORUS

Wake up cause it's the planet
skill, so listen dammit,
we'll, show you just what to do and then you do it
wake up 'cause it's the planet
skill, so listen dammit,
we'll, show you just what to do and then you do it like this

CHORUS
Track Name: A_Rival
Now who's the man who stands in front of you today,
the man who come be known as monolithic A -RIVAL
the man who made the beats for us to play -RIVAL
the man who simply intends to stay - RIVAL
I never stay idle but I can get wild
when comes to representin' this wT style...
rollin' with the fatty electro retro
exoskeletal team from the get go
The A never let's go when I grabs it
works the magic with the skillz so elaborate
I don't forget to pass it so J:/Drive can have it
but for right now it's a solo habit
You know I don't give a fuck about chorus
I break it down way more than a ford taurus
don't ignore us we're gonna get in your way
the music on this planet fell into a disarray
We're gonna kick it for you 'cause I think that I'm ok
let me introduce you to the A

CHORUS:
RIVAL
R to the I to V to the AL
I represent the wT style
now, from new york to the bay
it's the D, the J, the MC to the A...
(repeat)

kickin' with lyrical muy thai
I give ya 8-bit in your ear and ya eye
Even though I'm small, my skill tree is tall
and when I spit it raw, yo I spit chainsaws
My teeth are almost as twisted as my thoughts
and my thoughts got more twists than an episode of Lost
I turn 'em into beats and then I kick a verse
and now I have a track to make you jump until it hurts
I'm all about Wave Theory all day
all skill all kill all work all play
I'm from another planet but you already know, that
I've got a 8-bit slash alien flow
We love to rock them synths, down to the ground
then back up to the sky to get that Roswell Sound
I get into the game to make the skillions complete
the way I bust the funkiness there's no way to compete
when you hear the rhythm betta get up out yo seat.
I'm never anti-aliased and that's why I B

CHORUS

Breakdown

CHORUS
Track Name: Cybernetic Mariachi
I'm walkin' Michoacán hot, dizzy and tired, a beatup old lonely mercenary for hire,
but today runnin' and gunnin' just isn't the way, hard to make a good living when crime doesn't pay 
sold my last 2 guns for 6 measly pesos, hit the up the local bar so I can get me some refrescos, 
Cervesa Por Favor, I say to the tender, hand 'em all the money that I had when I entered 
I take a drink, and lament about bein' poor, when I notice a sign right beside the door, 
Necesitamos Mas Musicas Aqui, The bar needs a musician, as I could plainly see 
usually I kill machachos for a fee, but today I'm fatty hurtin' for that cash money, 
I can't play the guitar, but I can play the synth keys, I think it's time for Cybernetic Mariachi 

CHORUS:
HEY HEY, HEY HEY, HEY HEY
Cybernetic Mariachi
(repeat)

I went to the pawn shop later that day, sold my chainsaw and picked up LSDJ, 
I also grabbed the gameboy I stole from some guy and the twin famicom that I had since I was five.
 I kick the bar door open, it goes silent, a couple gringos look like they're about to get violent, 
the tender says, "Que quieres hombre?" I look him straight in the eye, "Tocar musica..." I'm your guy, 
And then I play.... And then I play.... I play those Aztec square and pulse wavessss,
 from my heritage I let it loose, and hit the d-pad to turn up the juice, 
I see a bonita shake her caboose, I turn it up so high I blow a fuse, 
Just then a dark figured man appears from the back points a pistola at my nutsack, 
just when my heart really begins to throb He tells me that I got the job, Cybernetic Mariachi!

CHORUS
Track Name: Burn Breather
Yo
I spit fire like karnov,
when you play this in your deck, make sure that your fire alarm's off
my saliva drips mix of propane the flame
is extremely dangerous, stay away is a no-brainer
I'm no saner than most crazed villains,
I don't eat pussy cause if I do, huh she won't make children
in fact my whole repertoire is untouched,
my words spontaneously combust when my teeth and tongue touch
it provides the proper filament, with more explosive force than
footstomps of elephants on hoods of honda elements
my breath's radioactive blown winds,
reach for your arm and pull back with a handful of your own skin,
char marks and torn limbs, the rap world suffered from
global warmin' when A_Rival stormed in
call me scorpion the way I spit flame from my skull bone
make your so-called hot track look like cold stone
melt em with heat of ridiculous gauges
stand in my line of fire get head lit up like nicholas cage's
I kill a ghost writer, nobody flows tighter or rhymes hotter
your rap sheet's soaked up in ice water,
grab your mercury mikes to measure the temp that I spit it
y'all cats is frigid, I dwell in celcius, triple digit
each verse a volcanic eruption
suckas with no substance get thrown in the oven
sauteed with raw spray of verbal magma
that melts flesh and causes death right after it tags ya
check the dental record to identify the corpse!
fuck around and get scorched by the 8-bit human torch
my voice is electricity that melts your transistors
i bring the beatz that keep your eardrums covered in heat blisters
even thinkin' 'bout my rhyme will give you fever
courtesy of a_rival aka burn breather
Track Name: Show Me Girl
HEY Yooooo,
I step into the place and I'm ready to go,
you see I'm futuristic, yet so retro,
you want a demo, I'm the best of both worlds
("Are you one of THOSE guys?") I would say so, girl
You see I'm different cause I got brain "hah"
and a rep that I gotta maintain... "hah"
you may say that I'm a nerd, well that may be true,
but I get paid a lot of money cause I'm smarter than you

So... let's cut the crap and get down to the chase,
I wanna see what 8-Bit looks like on your face, so
don't be scared, when I take the lead,
with a style so hard, it'll make ya bleed,
("AHHHHHHHHHHH")
and if you're not special, when we're done with the deed, I'm a make you leave,
("but don't you wanna go again?")
nah, I'd rather play marvel with my friends

CHORUS:
BUT I CAN DO YOU GOOD
I don't believe it,
you better SHOW ME GIRLLLLLL
BUT I LOVE YOU BABY
What you want, an achievement?
You better SHOW ME GIRLLLLLLLL
BUT I CAN DO YOU RIGHT
I don't believe it,
you better SHOW ME GIRLLLLLL
BUT I LOVE YOU BABYWhat you want, an achievement?
You better SHOW ME GIRLLLLLLLL

So tell me your name and I'll make an assumption,
cause the dress that you're wearing only serves one function,
give you hint it's not that you have depth,
looks like your only goal in life is leaving men out of breath,
you can do that for free, "hah"
cause you ain't gettin' more out of me, "hah"
don't got time to waste on waste of space,
you gotta work really hard to show me that ain't the case, so
please take this personally,
I was laughing when you said you were too good for me, cause
I'm into the finer things, like
red wine and time machines, I
appreciate your enthusiasm,
I get bored of thought of making you orgasm,
("what can I do to make it better for you?")
make me a sandwich while I play street fighter 2

Chorus

You see
Helpin' people out is something that I enjoy,
here's a few tips to keep me from being annoyed,
Keep your mouth shut when you got nothin' to say
and I'm tryin' to get down, stay the fuck out the way
now let's have a good time "hah"
into a 8-bit state of mind "hah"
A man like me is going places,
stick with me and you will see the bonus stages
don't get me wrong I got lots of respect
for all the ladies out there with a keen intellect
and a knockout body with a intimate touch,
of getting' wild on the floor after drinkin' too much,
it's quite alright to get ridiculous here,
so don't be stuck up, take another swig of your beer
or a sip of bacardi, have a shot of petron,
anything that'll make you sing along!

BUT I CAN
Stop right there, cause I don't believe it!
You better SHOW ME GIRLLLL

CHORUS OUT
Track Name: Push it Down
PUSH IT DOWN
Peep you in the room now I'm checkin' ya out
you're the hottest lady all up in the place (no doubt)
I like the way your bubble bobbles and ya face oh shoot
lookin' cuter than samus in her birthday suit
I step over to ya girl and straight ask ya name
hand you a fire flower to set your heart aflame
order up a potion for us both to sip
the club is gonna close hey baby, don't trip
jump into my rad racer it's the car that I drive
In 8 seconds it goes from 0-255
Cruisin' down the koopa beach and peepin' the stars
if you'd be mine baby yo this world could be ours
I'm movin' in closer and caressin' your skin
you're my twilight princess baby let me in
You got me powered up baby, open your eyes
the girlies call me snakeman, and I'ma show you why

CHORUS:
What we gonna do
give it to 'em right
how we gonna do it
all day all night
Push it in, Push it down and turn it on
Push it in, Push it down and turn it on
(repeat x 3)


stop at a spot over by rainbow road
go down a pipe to reach my ultra-secret abode
Now we chillin' at my castle feelin' little bit frisky
doin' the things instruction manuals list to be risky
you're iffy thinkin' about a bacterion infection
but I Pull out the powerglove just for your protection
now I got ya runnin' all up in a different mode
Now I'm comin' in to input the secret code
Up Up to the bed
Down Down to the floor
Left Left against the wall
Right Right against the shower door
B-neath the sheets
A_Rival Shoot the core
give it till you get sore
sing the chorus once more

CHORUS
CHORUS
Track Name: Circuitry feat. Random (Mega Ran)
Let me introduce you to this cybernetic person he goes by
the name of Circuit and works the circuitry,
to say he spins it perfectly is not hyperbole
his positronic brain maintains the 33
and 1/3 syncronization manipulates the platter
while his anti-matter drive is amplifying it
he's all kinds of tricks, with a vinyl twist he permeates your mind and maybe herneates your spine a bit
so haters know and realize it's time to quit
Circuit in 'til the end like a finalist
divine turntablist with the lazer wrists
moving at the speed of light read and write onto the fader switch,
cut creationist a true modern marvel of mechanics
his hands splits the tracks into fractions,
divided up and stacked into local memory,
DJ Circuit serves up the enemy

CHORUS:
There's no way that we will stop
Working the circuitry absolutely perfectly

RANDOM'S VERSE

CHORUS

I work these circuits like a cleric that be servin' a clergy
A_Rival be the artist that be surely emerging
with rhymes disturbing like your wife being buried
and the type of funky beats that'll have your mom wake up 5 hours too early
I'm sure you've never heard the 8-Bit shit be spit so superbly
hexadecibel we're set to go to the top and and then drop it unearthly
upon these whack MCs that suck it like Kirby
they don't possess the skill to keep that stereo bumpin' like herpes, fools
be sellin' out so they can deposit a check
a temporary gain in profit for a loss of respect
these cats don't know that it's just cause and effect,
I keep it real so you can feel the beat and bob your head right off of your neck,
I wreck a record label corporate office,
and find the weak point like I just shined my sword right at the colossus
I brought this, full frontal, fuck being cautious
they dumb it down so much it's practically asleep and unconscious
when I rock a track I'm taking it hostage, until all my demands are met there's not a chance that I'm gonna stop this
find my album on kazaa or rapidshare and then cop it
then it my show up so that you can the circuitry poppin'

CHORUS
Track Name: Higher
Get Higher
(repeat x 4)

Hit a party with my dorky crew
Don't know anybody here, do you?
A little bit over-sober don't know what we're gonna do...
Just stand around and look goofer
some how I don't feel so super
Do I need a little somethin' that'll make me feel a little bit less like a total loser?

CHORUS:
I wanna show you what it feels like when we play
Intoxicating invading you night and day
Come step into my world and let me blow your mind
I'm all around you in you on you and you're mine!

Release me, yeah

Get higher (repeat x 8)

I think I'm startin' to feel weird,
my vision's not quite so clear,
startin' to think that, maybe we're really just the coolest motherfuckin' people here,
but my skin feels like it's sparklin'
this wasn't part of the bargain,
and now my brain's in outer space like I'm some kind of martian!

CHORUS
Track Name: Serious Business
This is for the people be askin' how I do it
also for the peeps who think that I put way too much into it
sacrificin' sleep to make the ends meet congruent
the hardest core language is one of which I am fluent
The school of representing forever I'll be a student
graduated with honors and now I'm here on stage to prove it
Kick a fresh beat to get all of ya heads movin'
scream the verse with me or any words of your choosin'
When I say I'm real bitch better know that I'm truthin'
100% into everything I sink my tooth in
other whack bitches be fakin' they cartoonin'
that shit ain't computin' that's really and darn tootin'
people say they serious man, it's gets me fumin'
'cause they don't go all the way to the top, they ain't improvin'
they cruisin' for a bruisin' hadoukens and shoryukens
I'ma bust the chorus out now, and get you clued in

CHORUS:
When he steps up to the mic, it's
Serious Business

Breakin' the mold I'm makin' precidents shatter
I keep the mic electrified like Jacob's ladder
refining my rhymes to be divine is what I'm after
and teach it to the youth of the future the next chapter
haters talkin' crap, I pull out my bitch smacker
slap 'em up good then eat 'em like a fish snacker
stand up for my shit while others stay on the crapper
the don't work like duck hunt with no zapper
They call me A-Maggedon I bring global disaster
You gotta know I stay underground like blaster master
People put your hands in the air like badger badger
cause it just don't matta

CHORUS
Track Name: Secrets
In a psuedo-randomized world, some things don't seem like they add up
and when the pieces don't fit when you stack up, it's hard to take a step back and let your mind catch up
when I think that I've had enough when the going gets tough
when it's hard to the take I know it's time that I man up
weak in the knees when I'm trine to step up.
gotta figure out the way the world is set up
Spendin' all my time tryin' to find the secrets the ones that'll set me free
gimme all the things that'll make me see all the way to my eternity
spendin' all my time tryin' to find the secrets keep mah mind in the unknown
it's cold and it's dark and and it feels alone

CHORUS:
THE WORDS YOU SAY TO ME, DON'T MEAN ANYTHING
DESCRIBING ALL THE PLACES THAT WE'LL NEVER SEE
SOME ARE QUICK TO SAY THAT I'M WASTING ENERGY
IN THE SEARCH FOR THE ALL THE SECRETS TO MY EVERYTHING

Other people play this game, day to day using the old strategies
believing there's no other way to the end, thinkin' that they have something to teach me
even though I'm lookin' like I don't know what I'm doin' searchin' all the places they've already seen
bombin' at the walls like metroid fiend lookin' for the things that may lie in between,

I don't give a ..... Even if I lose all my lives in vain pursuit
I'ma feel better that the game's complete and I didn't break down and take an easy route
spendin' all my time tryin' to find the secrets keep mah mind in the unknown
'cause every little thing that I've been shown only serves to remind me that I'm alone

CHORUS

There are people out there who say that ignorance is key
telling you the guidebook is all that you need but you gotta take a second look and see
that that more you know the less it seems like it fits
I don't ever claim to have the answer but I know this isn't it.

Everyone starts at stage 1 and can take bunch of interlocking paths
to the end of the game is it all the same? Sometimes you gotta ask
the questions that hurt the most, that feel the most real
when the game is over will your secrets be revealed?

CHORUS

Can you change me?
Show me that there's something else
I want you to change me
Track Name: 8-Bit Pimp
I'm a vocal cannon, verbal megaman and
I'm so damn boss some people call me gannon
But I'm not pig-headed, so much as big-headed
I kill MCs with ease like cheese I leave 'em shredded
Don't forget it, yo, I keeps it retronomical
My skill is astronomical, I jump over the obstacles
travel 'cross the land so i can get my coins,
and I'll score with girl if she'll give me bonus points,
Ain't no princess I can't handle, 
the way stretch it bed, they call me bionic commando
just to give you an example, 
I'm like a cross between rambo and hatori hanzo
I love to shoot em up, I love to slice and dice
a nintendo can be used as a floatation device
It works for me, now I know I'm the shit
I'm a bonified pimp player...  8bit

CHORUS:
8 BIT, PLAYERS AND PIMPS
THROW, YOUR HANDS UP HIGH
8 BIT, PLAYERS AND PIMPS
THROW, YOUR HANDS UP HIGH
8 BIT, PLAYERS AND PIMPS
THROW, YOUR HANDS UP HIGH
8 BIT, PLAYERS AND PIMPS
THROW, YOUR HANDS UP HIGH

I create rhythms for 20 year old systems
and sound mechanisms in a quest to garner wisdom
And now I learned a lesson  got some problems or a symptom?
don't bother trying to fight 'em just pimp 'em
Pimpety Doo-dah, Pimpety-dizzle
Nobody beats the 8-bit A_Rizzle
If you girlies wanna play, don't think that you're disturbin'
just give me a blow, and then I'll start workin'
I got pixelation of the brain, I'm so edgy
I'm come to kick ass and take names, Ask Reggie!
Some say I'm retarded or lame, but they don't 
understand I've just restarted the game!
and I've got 30 lives, but I only need one
and I'm miles ahead now that I pack a spread gun.
It's game over, it's done, that's it,
you was messin' with a pimp player, 8-bit

CHORUS

Now let me see you shake it,
let me see you shake it,
let me see you shake it, shake it, 8-Bit
(x 4)

They say pimpin' ain't easy, but for me it really is
I don't know why I've been blessed with all these skillions
runnin' and jumpin' duckin' and punchin' and
flyin' and spyin' and causin' malfunctions
I LOVE THAT SHIT. THE 2A03
If you don't know that, son, you don't know me.
The competition's so free, I'm so legit
I'm a bonified pimp player, 8-bit!

CHORUS
Track Name: Last Boss
1 hundred thousand years ago it was written -
that a demon would return to stalk the land of livin'
a kid was told never to cheat in games but he didn't listen
as a result a demon manifested in his game - system

As I awoke I felt my hatred directed
to you, the kid who needed to be taught a valuable lesson
a child who wasn't taught that all games should be respected
I decided here and now to leave a lasting impression
First off I disabled all the codes that were messin'
with game mechanics such as infinite ammo for all your weapons
no more unlimited lives to use at your discretion
and now your in-game hero is easily bested
after a few deaths, you leave your house in order to check if
the game enhancer that you purchased at the store was defective
you bring a new one home and plug it in but I disconnect it
inside your system in order to leave the game unmolested
You can't beat the first level now you're sweatin'
unable to understand the fate that you have been destined
BUT WHY AM I LOSING? You can't answer the question
and nothing could save you not even divine intervention

CHORUS:
I'M, THE LAST, BOSS

now you're sittin' back  appalled and shocked and annoyed
thinking back at all the bosses that you couldn't destroy
all the really simple hazards that you couldn't avoid
whether a cruise missile or a derelict asteroid
every game you play each strategy you try to deploy
gets broken down just like a cheaply manufactured toy
you blame your game system but it's just a decoy
to hide this demon in this system out to murder you boy!

CHORUS

Now you're totally dead, son, it's a shame
I've beaten you to total death in every game
and every generation that comes out is the same
you buy an action replay x or something equally lame
And when the cheats don't do you good you bitch and moan and complain
till people think you have something completely wrong with your brain
you never ever win and now it starts to drive you insane
until you start to look at consoles with a look of disdain
and now your game career is gone just as fast as it came
no one believed that your affliction was as bad as you claim
and in reality they're right, no demon could ever change
the fact that you just suck ass at games.

CHORUS