[Verse]
8-bit warriors, now polygons in veins,
Thumbs calloused, gripping digital reins.
From cartridges to clouds, we climbed the planes,
Spawned in basements, now we’re running campaigns.
Joystick dreams turned to keyboard schemes,
Building empires on pixel beams.
A player one mentality, no NPC themes,
Grinding for the loot while the neon screams.
[Prechorus]
Glitches in the matrix, we exploit,
Lagging past the doubt, chasing that checkpoint.
[Chorus]
From pixel to apex, we level up,
Controllers in hand, never give up.
Frames per second, we’re blazing the trail,
From noobs to legends, we’ll never derail.
[Verse 2]
LAN party prophets, whisper cheat codes,
Infinite lives, we hacked the old modes.
Spawn killing shadows, our legacy grows,
Boss fights crumble when our squad explodes.
Thumbs dance like shadows, quicktime event,
Reflex so sharp, it’s heaven-sent.
The grindstone's our altar, hours spent,
XP bars rise, our ascent is meant.