M I n Y A - KAMACKERIS, Rodan, Kong

It’s going

Down this minute, we’re in it to win it, it’s all

Minted.

Ride or die, chrome just glass

Tinted.

It’s like: kill or be killed, ill or get

Illed on.

I’m passing over suckers, leaving firstborns

Stillborn, I drop deeper than an anchor

Holding down a ship with my bitch and my banker

Use the mind-thinker, look out for all my niggas

The ones that was there when I ain’t had no figures, no

Triggers, swinging strictly fistises

I’m balling out like your bum-ass business is

My rhyme flows?

We know those, they don’t—Joes

While niggas stressing logos and popos

We’re beyond those, cool in condos

Travel overseas, Master Ceremonies

Fuck the police.

You live to get cheese

Separate the real from wannabes.

We ain’t

Come this far to hold up.

If you smoke how

I smoke, two bowls are passed on the roll-up

Nigga, grow up or just blow up.

We got it

Locked down and sewn full-blown

So don’t make me wait

Another night ‘cause, tonight, we’re gonna fuck

«All Night Long» like some Mary Jane record

Swig a whole fifth and get that ass butt-naked

You used to diss me.

Now you straight miss me

Caught you «Monica Lewinski,» tipsy off

The whiskey.

What I tell you ‘bout the bourbon?

We puff herb to keep it swerving.

You wanna

Beef?

We could beef.

You wanna

Rock?

We could rock too like the clock do

You’re still young, son, niggas gotta watch you

Yo, we’re back and we got you

Return

To silent page, golden age, connect those rare days.

What’s

That smell?

Oh yeah, that’s your fucking voice stinking up the airwaves

Opium seed, head knocked open, enlightened flight poking Monsta

The constellation sky portraits got you horoscoping

Deaf, dumb, and mindless, triple-stage criminal life blind and rip

Your vertebrae—oh silly me, I forgot you’re fucking spineless

Deep space stun phaser, new frontier gunblazer

Got a dream, shoot at your local KKK fundraiser

Real live, this survivor bringing every conniver pain, get paid

To spit on the mic, let the rich jewels of my saliva rain

Quarter million two hundred fifty thousand reptilians

Kingmatic chronograph, you plastic citizen—at ease, civilian

Heaven’s Gate resident, H2O pedestrian

Seven hundred seventy seven times more hard than your average rapper thespian

Understand my wingspan or crawl from a blood brawl

Be the worst act of terrorism ever committed on United States soil

Fuck Superman, Rodan the true Kryptonian

Reclaim my stolen cape and crown, lost-and-found amidst the Smithsonian

Frequent flyer got fire for the entire Empire State

Now why Babylonia?

We graft your rap melon

In flesh with no skeleton, Planet Earth sunk.

After

World War III, find me underground, fucking your bitch in my secret

Bunker

Crack the 40 ounce, catch a buzz from my cypher

Ill type of fighter, strike a joint like a lighter

I’m hyper than a flick, for the boom, get them thick, and that

Pussy’s as sweet as cookies and I bet you’ll bite a chip

The hunchback of Notre, Dame Super Soaker holder

Over-the-shoulder, cross-back leather holster

Nickel toaster forces, the ghosts I bring sure stay

All day.

K-Slash aka Keyser Soze

Monster Isle fool’s play, tool play, punk Al left

To LA, nigga’s name was Cool J—touché.

My

Recital’s homicidal, retreat has become liable, cypher

While we’re drinking Cask & Cream.

Easy G’s, son

I’m on

Nostrand, posting no sense, not sinning.

Niggas rocking

Linen and popping them chains, I’m beginning, hop in the reigns

Popping ten in your brains, not hitting no one close

To them, he flows again, got the cops wishing

They’d lock ‘em in prison.

Glock in position, I’m counting

And pissing ‘em off, hot gin in my system, let them

Hoes in without a pot to piss in—go get ‘em

You’re brownnosing, we’re coldblooded

Monsta Island style frozen