Showtime Fox

Big flow: show time with these vulpine rhymes
Down the spine and in time wave like the Sin of 9
Thousand overhead so you can't reach this level
Embezzled with the treble of real mega metal
Summon Megadeus striking down like Zeus
Toss bullets of lightning rhyming and just to choose
Agitating, dominating, never belaying
I'm dealing with the hating and hazing of some lower rating
Unfresh tomatoes, I mash em like potatoes
Keeping a cooler head than volcanoes or Kano
Pull a Maino you say so, I spit verbal yayo
Cruising like Taio and aye yo, works every time: Drain-O
My pipes never clog, I can see through the fog
And the log based rhythm is something you can't dog
I remain fitted in Cat's Pajamas having them lamda
Keeping them waving for longer with each stanza

[Chorus]
Lights cameras action, set the scene
Take 7, adjust the sound and the light gleam
Curtain call, Certain tall
Break a leg: it's show time y'all

Glancing out on the world through blinds venetian
These cretins claim I've secreted something less than reason
But my repertoire is in fact so above par
That these bars remain a mystery like a film noir
Black and white so you know it's so traditional
This pinnacle isn't for the cynical: it's very pivotal
My pulp fiction strikes down with furious vengeance
Upon tendons without mentions of the sentiments
Wiping out regiments of brain-washed residents
It's the gritty and tired versus the far too elegant
We need the inspirations and muses to represent!
I'm a breath of foreign fresh air and they're scared
All they're used to is polluted, diluted oxygen where
It's thick and grimy with contaminants and chemicals
The medical pumps poison in veins through black tentacles
But they believe that this is good for the ventricles
Some think this entire city has been rendered irreparable

[Chorus]
Lights cameras action, set the scene
Take 7, adjust the sound and the light gleam
Curtain call, Certain tall
Break a leg: it's show time y'all

[Break down]
Lights, cameras, set the scene
Marker, rolling, in the green
Places, action, is the cue
Script, none: full run-through

A State-Run society with no room to step out of bounds
It's up to me to shift the status of this Paradigm Town
Rise up to the cause and the heed of rebellion!
We can unleash onto their world the wrath of hellions
Paint a masterpiece that sparks that revolution
Don't be a precipitate, be a part of the solution!
Compose the final notes on your trump card symphony
With your sounds break down the walls of monotony
We were all born Kings and Queens but we soon forget
We downgraded to mere humans with no regret
But our potential: monumental, more than eventful
Pick up that aerosol can you vandal: create more stencils
Make the world think! So much passes by in a blink
Etch your message deep in the concrete brinks
Pass out the pamphlets of your thoughts philosophical
Somewhere, someone will believe your words possible
Go underground and produce that pirate radio
Your airwaves will travel beyond the musings of Galileo
Wonder what's behind those planets and keep questioning
Take action eventually after all your investigating
No more negotiations to repair the relations
No more compromise because they expected our patience
This is our contract, our will and doctrine
Despite their guffaws and mocks: we will win

Star Fox

[Chorus]
Do a barrel roll!

[Verse 1]
Star Fox in the bars, sailing through the stars
I'll send your regards when I reach all the way to Mars
Pass by Neptune, like a cartoon
Not speaking buffoon, just trying to blow real soon: bassoon
Then my tunes reach the entire universe
With one verse I'll turn it to a gift from a curse
Nebula and constellations in my conversations
Flying high in my spaceship leave many in amazement
Having adjacent placement, feeling real cool, no longer lame
Rings like Saturn saying I've got game
No more asking "what's his name?"
My style so savage it's basically so untamed
Celestial bodies and comets are my company
If misery enjoys it then I'll have a little bit just for me
Don't you understand the gravity of this situation?
I'm going for beyond infinity series duration
Cosmic prophet hailing from Corneria
Captain America with the skill placing all in hysteria
All crafts report! I use my bombs wisely
Had to drop it on them in a manner and fashion so timely
I toss any loss like defeating Andross
And if that boss is crossed then I just pause
Black hole as I swallow these beats whole
And the toll of damage I cause is 100 poll
Landmaster and an Arwing pilot
No burp but Earp like Wyatt in a riot
My astronomy and astrology is impossibly
Difficult and untypical: there is no obviously
Glowing like neon past these peons in every eon
Noble like xenon, unreactive so begone!
Not getting my meek on because only the strong
Will succeed and survive on rhyming this long
Nike space boots and to boot in zero absolute
I shoot past the exit chute into the black moot
3, 2, 1 my eyes grow brighter than the sun
Never going to be done: instead I will just stun
Chilling in my rocket seat cruising over beats
Gas giants match my heat, otherwise it's no defeat
Try to call me would result in super long distance
If you missed it then listen: I'm up in the solar system

[Chorus]
Do a barrel roll!

Ladies & Gentlemen

[Chorus]
Gentlemen get suited up
Pollinate the ear buds
Tie up your winsors
You're going from a boy to misters

Ladies apply your make up
Midnight the hour to wake up
Keep your purse at hand
Twist with us if you understand

[verse 1]
18 karats on your man, in the heart and head
Intelligence prevalence, not to mislead
Bad man with balloon lungs made of steel
I peel the disguise to reveal the Mr. Man of the Town feel
I'm at my wheelhouse even in the barrel house
Stay careful to not to embarrass when you're out
Chill ya nerves, I'm a real cool character
With merits ya get impressed, I might marry ya
Crumb bums try to emulate my entire persona
But just like Mona to Di Vinci I am the owner
Flip your lid as I make my bid with a flick of my wit
And in this instance it is twice the chit
And chat for that matter, tip your hat
Out of this world swagger, serve me on a silver platter
I'm walking on this bass and walking on the rhythm
Walking on the moon's face and lounging through your system

[Chorus]
Gentlemen get suited up
Pollinate the ear buds
Tie up your winsors
You're going from a boy to misters

Ladies apply your make up
Midnight the hour to wake up
Keep your purse at hand
Twist with us if you understand

[verse 2]
Calling my threads bland is an airhead move
I've fallen in my groove, sophisticated like the Lourve
Wax a disc with my prestigious check list
And all the hits will turn smooth without one skip
Except for the skips in the hearts of the ladies
I wink, they swoon, call a doctor, I got em going crazy
Listen to my skins player, the boom with that pap!
Move your feet, shake your hips or keep them fingers on tap
Not like our phones, tonight there's no conspiracy
I'm just exercising my shiny suit theory
My scene got the shamatlz without Mama's waltz
These dolts keep goofin' off so serve em some malts
Kid's stuff while it's Pops with the mean chops
Cool cats like kittens eating up some freezer pops
Keep the disc jockey busy, keep my record spinning
I'm never looking dizzy cause I'm always winning

[Chorus]
Gentlemen get suited up
Pollinate the ear buds
Tie up your winsors
You're going from a boy to misters

Ladies apply your make up
Midnight the hour to wake up
Keep your purse at hand
Twist with us if you understand

[verse 3]
I reside in the land of the jazzy and the fresh
Down by law, my requests have that stamp of accept
My verses are Moltres, blowing hot air in the booth
Without getting gassed like hot air balloons
The audience fractured and in fact enraptured
By my head arrangements so mastered
Booted in the mix, so everything stays on track
Trains of thoughts on schedule without dropping stacks
Remain genuinely sharp, and underneath this tarp
Drum roll presentation, tonight's masterpiece art
Indescribable! The jewel of lust: beyond desirable
Get the tires full and get the choirs hull
This visual will remain fanstically critical
Even as an air-check still deemed individual
This fox's axe is well tuned in this room
Spiffier in my zoot suit, c'mon, let's resume

[Chorus]
Gentlemen get suited up
Pollinate the ear buds
Tie up your winsors
You're going from a boy to misters

Ladies apply your make up
Midnight the hour to wake up
Keep your purse at hand
Twist with us if you understand