Then, a voice. Not Otacon's. Not Campbell's.
The rain keeps falling. Somewhere, the beat plays on forever in the static of a dead channel.
The year is 2014. Private military companies blanket the globe, and war is a plugged-in economy. In a cramped, flickering safehouse in Eastern Europe, a weathered data courier named Dez hands a disguised Solid Snake a beat-up MP3 player. mgs4 rap file
Snake almost smiles. Almost.
"Octo-camo on my back, blendin' with the sorrow / Drebin says 'buy more,' I tell him, 'borrow, borrow, borrow' / Raiden rollin' with a sword, no jaw, all edge / I'm old, I'm gray, one more cigarette on the ledge." Then, a voice
"...So you liked the hook?"
"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—" The rain keeps falling
The second verse kicks in, faster.