Letras:
© badprimer
Back in the chair
Back on the grind
Creating a future
With math on my mind
I'm workin the lab
Cookin the product
But it's not dope
Yet it is to me
You see
I don't sell drugs
I create virtual worlds
I'm the player who became the creator
Of the games that I wanted to play
As a kid, to my homies house we would all go
play nintendo, Madden 64, an
Super Mario.
Now it's all about the PC
Killin' demons in doom 3-D
Games loadin up on disk
Hexen beyond Heretic
Duke Nukem, (Hail to the king baby.)
Couldn't wait to come home an boot em up
Now a day's it's Unreal
The graphic appeal
Hella gigabytes and major ordeals
Hackers tryina steal
The source code
Because originality is not a common road
Bestowed
Your average traveller
Would rather choose the route that's erode
In order that he might be saved
From extra hardship and pain
But with out that comes no glory
So it's back to the lab
Avoidin the trap
Known as the bar
Where you go to waste time
An lie about who you are
Mission to make a million
I got the ability and its brilliant
But its failure after failure
So many projects I say I'ma finish later
Went as far as I could go
Before it started to show
I was in over my head
Still I ain't giving in
till I'm dead
Over an over again
New ideas, put to practice
Gettin better each time.
Just like when I rhyme
I can do it all
Multiple softwares and 3d programs
Export and Import
Into the program
Adjust the materials
Align the Inverse Kinematics
Stayin strapped for any static
I gotta defend my own
To an from my home
When I'm out an about
Where ever I may roam
I'm on my own
Sometimes I outsource
An pay somebody for their work
To model me an object
To place inside my world
Then I dither the edges and blend it in
To the textures of the dirt I set in
Avoiding sin, with temptation all around
Gotta stay focused an accomplish my goals
Can't let somebody control my soul
So it's back to the lab
Sittin in my chair
Creating virtual worlds
Back on the grind
Programmin action
For my future an it's mine.
