Yo me and the crew were hitting the streetWith the sickest rhymes and the dopest beatWith a pocket of ones and a map on the seatYes we were scanning the sales for tech obsolete CRTs, DVDs and VHSPrice so low you gotta say yesFifty cents for Star Trek 3For two bucks more you get an old TV (to watch it on)(I’m talking the search for spock)(none of that new Trek)(only classic Trek)One particular sale looked pretty lameBut buried under trash was an NES gameNot Megaman or BattletoadsBut a zelda cart made of real goldIt was marked as free, but I had to pay morethere’s no way I was stealing such a scorethe man at the table was senile and oldhe didn’t even realize he was sitting on goldSo I took it home with my CRT And my VHS copy of Star Trek IIII popped it in, but despite all of my duress I couldn’t get the game to play in my NESSuch a tragedy
I found a dime on the groundI found a dime on the groundI found a dime on the groundWalking down the street one day, yoGot my hip hop jams on the radio Busting a move or dropping a rhyme?Not now, man, look, it’s a dime.I found a dime on the ground (Roosevelt was always my favorite presidentI found a dime on the ground (Which one? I’m not a historian)I found a dime on the ground (Which ever one’s on the dime)I could buy myself some candy in 1910 I’d have 5 cents left, I could do it againEarlier than that it would have been worth slightly moreExcept the text that’s on the front says nineteen hundred and four I found a dime on the ground (If it was really that old, it would have some lady on it)I found a dime on the ground (Really, it’s from 1987)I found a dime on the ground (This one’s got that Roosevelt guy)I found a dime on the ground (Here man, let me look it up for you)I found a dime on the ground (There, my favorite president is)I found a dime on the ground (Franky D. Roosevelt. A Real OG)A dime’s not worth that much when it stands aloneBut it’s still some currency that I’d like to ownPeople drop dimes like time gone without a second thoughtWhile I’m dropping rhymes on the other side with another plotI grab a dime every day when I find it on the ground Three months later it’s like ten dollars that I’ve foundI found a dime on the ground I found a dime on the groundI found a dime on the groundI found a dime on the groundI found a dime on the groundI found a dime on the ground
(Round One, Fight)Round one, fightYoHmmStreet Fighter ain’t nothing to fight with Street Fighter ain’t nothing to fight withStreet Fighter ain’t nothing to fight with There’s no place to hide once I step inside the arcadeRyu, prepare for the HadoukenBam! Aw, man! I (Street Fighter voice) win!Enter my high score. Not button mashing, smashing the competitionMy mad combos lead to arcade superstitionMy high score said -- you’re dead If this were Mortal Kombat, you’d have lost your frolfing head. Blanka? Who is that? Hey yo, Ryu is back! Making players go boo hoo! Saying that I hack. I fear no one, oh no, here comeThe Chun-Li flying kick, my combo’s super sickI put my hands on the machine, you lose quarterYou start crying, I restore orderIn the arcade, back away nowThere’s nothing to see hereJust a sore loser who tried and failed to join the big leagues Now why try and test the arcade’s highnessBlessed since my birth, I shoryuken your very bestCause I rule these streets, and no one beats my scoreI’m so hardcore, ‘cuz my dad works at Nintendo
