Fighting Games, "The Stage of History"

(Verse 1 - Fast, rhythmic rap over a heavy beat)

Welcome back to the stage where the history is written

By the swords that we carry and the teeth that are smitten

I got a quarter on the bezel, means I’m next in the queue

I’m picking Jin Kazama just to look down at you

With the iron fist, lightning on the electric god fist

If you miss a frame-trap, you're getting put on the list.

A tale of souls and swords eternally retold

We’re fighting for the glory, not the silver or the gold

Just a boy with a d-pad, calluses on my thumb

Waiting for the announcer to tell me what I’ve become.

"Welcome back to the stage of history!"

Mitsurugi with the parry, Nightmare with the blade

I’m practicing my combos in the arcade shade

The smoke from the back of the CRT screen

The hypest local tournament that you've ever seen

King with the chain-grab, pulling off the stretch

Leaving your ego laying down in the sketch.

(Bridge - Slowed down, piano driven)

But when the lights go down, and the quarters run dry

We’re just kids under the neon sky

Hoping the input register stays true

Hoping I don’t lose myself to you.