In 2009 I wrote this piece titled The History of Nintendo from 1988 to About 1995-96 in a Rap Using Drug References and like the Power Glove, it’s sooo bad:
Growing up in my Power Pad as a kid, I started with the hand to hand shit. Being a Game Boy, I had 4 color green dreams; beat level after level, through schemes and password save screens. Climbing the ladders from bare apparel; through pain and peril to callin’ me Don Key Kong moving barrel after barrel. I stack bricks like R.O.B. and make the Miyamoto dough that got me my Enzo via Classified Info that even the feds don’t know. When I made Nintendo Power moves in ‘91, my ego said ‘I’ll be Super soon’ by 1993 everyone I.D’ed me DOOM. From shooting birds with orange gats for kicks to graduating to rocket launchers, Super Scope 6. Things got bloody quick and it wasn’t Virtual, Boy. The deal with Sony went bad and they got a new toy. I had to bounce back, they’re moving cheap disks like crack. When it came to me, I only sold quality. My Super shit was still ill, yet they wanted more. The new strain we cooked up was the Ultra 64.