Galaga

In the matrix The way that in the past they boy felt Playing games in 8-bit, while I'm asking for help Taking my spaceship through an asteroid belt Passive and stealthy Learned to stop getting checks And start amassing my wealth A hazard to health Well, life, that's my primary scar And I don't write many bars unless I try very hard So, I might fly and depart to some binary stars With a can of wild cherry Sprite and my library card It's time to get started In my mind every thought is a kindred artist's Pen-drip version of a knife through the darkness Check my foes on the radar Drop the beat and a bar to stave off Those who make their shine like a quasar A quasar is an extremely luminous, active galactic nucleus I don't rap because it's lucrative Man, I rap because I'm losing it Frugal - and frugal folks, they never act without choosing An actor abusing his craft and it's actually amusing It's faster than using It's massively useful and tacitly truthful Something like the bastardly bloom Passing my gospel around the room is more like blasphemy music I keep it quite severe and it's awfully nice in here I wrap my arms around the stars just like a Dyson Sphere What's the cost of my failure vs the price of fear Riding blind till the signs help me find myself a nice career Summon up my toughest foes and only I appear Won't be trapped inside a mirror I sincerely think that I might slink back, because I might be weird One man think-tank that got shrink-wrapped With some pig fat in an ink vat Maybe that's my kind of year And if it's possible, get my inside of a hospital Somewhere preferably tropical, flourishing fiber optical Just for a sec, so I can work through all my obstacles Conversations out of body, long as they're topical I am not the type to whine and drunk drive intersections Or pray to participate in divine intervention With all of its maligned indiscretions, no I'm on my Galaga grind, my life is my vivisection