Pimp My Rig - Dan Bull

Times have changed since hip hop’s golden age

Every song in the rap charts now

Was made on a computer

But who made the computer?

Xzibit’s gone, so let me present exhibit one

We’re going to give up cars and start pimping what he didn’t done

Not into supercars, I’d rather choose computer parts

There’s more meaning in CPUs than in music and arts

Building a mean machine, who needs wheels on it?

It’s not the journey or the destination, it’s the way you feel from it

There’s a buzz I get from fiddling with electronics

Bore my friends to death talking about it, they’re like «Next topic!

Stop it», but you can’t kill off a virus with antibiotics

I’m addicted to fixing up systems, it’s my narcotic

And if I get on Mastermind it’ll be my topic

There’s not a problem that can’t be solved with hard logic

Nope, there’s not a benchmark on this chart that can’t be raised

Part swapping, overclocking, till the card’s ablaze

I built Jesus' PC blessed with eternal grace

Jeez, I even brush my teeth with thermal paste

My case fan’s spinning like a lost spaceman

I told 8pack «Mate stop, it’s not a race, man»

You’ve lost, adjust your game plan, so just watch the way Dan

Whips up a wicked system like Mary Berry makes jam

I can install new drivers using just a screwdriver

Check it, I’m the detective of tech tips, so who’s Linus?

There’s two types of people trying to build a PC

Those who aren’t the best in the world, and me

Pimp my rig

I make this wizardry look easy

Pimp my rig

Building a beast of a PC

Pimp my rig

Selecting my components

Pimp my rig

To get them better than opponents

Pimp my rig

Gotta be completely in control

Pimp my rig

That’s why I’ll never need a console

Pimp my rig

From Romania to Cali

I’m up a mountain looking down at Silicon Valley

See these charts on 3DMark?

Yeah?

That’s me being smart

I don’t just double up my GPUs like ZZ Top

I triple crossfire, while you’re getting crossed wires

Budget’s not a constraint, I don’t bother to cost parts

PC builders are a new breed of rock star

But it’s nothing new, we’re just rebooting a lost art

They say the whole universe is an actual simulation

Well I’m the one that installed in on the battle station

My RAM sticks are all chrome, yours are Mortoni

I speak every programming language down to Morse code

C++ plus when I plug in the power supply

My town loses light for dozens of hours at a time (sorry)

Good job I stuffed the case with LEDs in RGB

There’s so many colours changing therein we can hardly see

They call me cooler master P, pulling apart PCs

Then boasting about it over such a nasty beat

'Course I make the performance rise again (yeah)

I’m sure your watercooling’s nice but is it dipped in liquid nitrogen

Your heat sink’s the weak link, you’ve bricked it

Now your screen seems as if it’s been drenched in Japanese ink

I got a cupboard full of motherboards, yours is left bare

There’s bugger all in there, except for some compressed air

I’m telling you there’s less there than Terry Crews' chest hair

Somewhere in this song is a buried clue, can you guess where?

Pimp my rig

I make this wizardry look easy

Pimp my rig

Building a beast of a PC

Pimp my rig

Selecting my components

Pimp my rig

To get them better than opponents

Pimp my rig

Gotta be completely in control

Pimp my rig

That’s why I’ll never need a console

Pimp my rig

From Romania to Cali

I’m up a mountain looking down at Silicon Valley