Chipstep - Boyinaband, Andrew Huang

Chiptune off the old block

Grinding with dubstep

It’s so hot

I know you haven’t gotten enough yet

So come get your cartridge

Older systems leave carnage

Grab controllers

Hit power like solar

Chip on your shoulder

Blowing up more pins than a bowler

But I do it I do it a bit colder

Always got a 1-UP

You know I’m a high roller

Boss challenge

Anyone with a raised voice

Place have an extra level so I can gain points

Spitting insane joy

Hitting your brain

You got a toy in your hand

But this isn’t a game, boy

Deranged points the damage

Destroying plans

Deploying a grand noise

And I’m enjoying it man

Till I pick up every coin in the land

You know it’s Pants and I’m kicking it with Boyinaband

It’s player two’s turn

To spray a few words

The game is ruthless

Into a new-age game where I shoot first

Blast you, Xbox

I hate to break it but hey the truth hurts

I’m all like it rings like a boss' head

The only rings you’ll be coming across are red

And do an 8-bit

Critical split

You’ll get lyrically bit

Crushed lickety-split

So move bits

Get out the way

Or you risk this NES to your face

It’s console warfare

Face your fate

I got the hard mode flow

And a dubstep bass

No simultaneous players

There’s no room for two on this pixelated display