Mgs4 Rap File Page

"Dead-cell in my bloodstream, nanomachines hummin' / CQC with a ghost, feelin' numb from the come-up / Drebin poppin' pills, givin' monkeys the heater / Snake? Snake? SNAKE? Nah, call me the repeater."

Snake plugs the device into his ear. A dusty, compressed beat drops—a loop of helicopter rotors and gunfire syncopated to a wobbling 808. mgs4 rap file

He keys his codec. "Otacon."

"Otacon sent it," Dez grunts, wiping rain off his goggles. "Says it's a 'psychological operations file.' Codec's too risky." "Dead-cell in my bloodstream, nanomachines hummin' / CQC

"Snake! Did you listen to the file? Pretty raw, right? I found this underground net-raider calling himself 'The La-Li-Lu-Le-Lo-Cut.' I thought—" "Dead-cell in my bloodstream

It's his voice, but chopped and screwed.