Dan Bull - Tomb Raider lyrics
Daniel “Dan” Bull
[Dan Bull - Tomb Raider lyrics]
Her name's Lara Croft and this
Is the way that she started off
She hit's land, stranded
In the wreck of the Endurance
She probably should have got better insurance
The challenges ahead are gonna
Test her performance
So endurance is of the utmost importance
Limited ordnance
She'll really have to use her wit's
Now the developers appear to
Have reduced her tit's
Dragon's Triangle, here's a house of lunatics
Darker than the night sky
During a lunar eclipse
No clips to put into the gun, you know and
No gun, so it's a good job she brung her bow
Unarmed, not locked, loaded
Lara Croft going hard with a longbow
Depart you with one blow
Prognosis: a disarmament pronto
Shots popping off as if there was a lock-in
In the bar with the Cointreau, top row combo
From the coast of the Arctic to
The heart of the Congo
Lara's banging heads harder than Bongo's
And angering her enemies, like a mom joke
Tomb Raider, the tune invades your brain
Get in her way and she'll
Make you taste the pain
Shh this is the bit of the track
In which I kill it with triplet raps
It doesn't particularly add to the narrative
But, it's a blast
There isn't a faster Brit on the map
Who's spitting as wicked as that
So I suggest you give it a clap
Or I'll give you a slap
An aristocrat whose bars are
Hotter than ovens
Did I tell you the fact that
Lara Croft is my cousin?
I'm dropping a dozen Hip-Hoppy
Productions a week
To leave you properly buzzing
And it's costing you nothing
I'm pretty sure than Nishimura should
Be hitting the record button
Soon as I walk up and talk upon Tomb Raider
Like a doomsdaying saber-toothed soothsayer
'Til then I'll see you dudes later
Touché, huh?
Tomb Raider, the tune invades your brain
Get in her way and she'll
Make you taste the pain
While Lara's raiding tombs
I'm sitting on my arse and making tunes
Is the way that she started off
She hit's land, stranded
In the wreck of the Endurance
She probably should have got better insurance
The challenges ahead are gonna
Test her performance
So endurance is of the utmost importance
Limited ordnance
She'll really have to use her wit's
Now the developers appear to
Have reduced her tit's
Dragon's Triangle, here's a house of lunatics
Darker than the night sky
During a lunar eclipse
No clips to put into the gun, you know and
No gun, so it's a good job she brung her bow
Unarmed, not locked, loaded
Lara Croft going hard with a longbow
Depart you with one blow
Prognosis: a disarmament pronto
Shots popping off as if there was a lock-in
In the bar with the Cointreau, top row combo
From the coast of the Arctic to
The heart of the Congo
Lara's banging heads harder than Bongo's
And angering her enemies, like a mom joke
Tomb Raider, the tune invades your brain
Get in her way and she'll
Make you taste the pain
Shh this is the bit of the track
In which I kill it with triplet raps
It doesn't particularly add to the narrative
But, it's a blast
There isn't a faster Brit on the map
Who's spitting as wicked as that
So I suggest you give it a clap
Or I'll give you a slap
An aristocrat whose bars are
Hotter than ovens
Did I tell you the fact that
Lara Croft is my cousin?
I'm dropping a dozen Hip-Hoppy
Productions a week
To leave you properly buzzing
And it's costing you nothing
I'm pretty sure than Nishimura should
Be hitting the record button
Soon as I walk up and talk upon Tomb Raider
Like a doomsdaying saber-toothed soothsayer
'Til then I'll see you dudes later
Touché, huh?
Tomb Raider, the tune invades your brain
Get in her way and she'll
Make you taste the pain
While Lara's raiding tombs
I'm sitting on my arse and making tunes