Escape from Monsta Isle - Monsta Island Czars, Rodan, Megalon

: Let’s descend to the depths of Monster Island.

For the first time in history,

the order is given to evacuate New York City

: Don’t panic.

Everybody, just keep moving.

We’ve got plenty of time,

everyone will get out safely.

Keep moving, keep moving

: And through the now-silent canyons of the huge city…

Ayyo

Dilapidated graff inscribed on the building, we prefer

Gats to textbooks—teachers and principals got stuck up

Got an education from hustlers, gunrunners, smack-out artists

And real-estate crooks.

Spoken broken English

Supplement the bling-bling rocks, naked bitches' G-string

Pop, shoot meteorites from my slingshot, redefine

The aerodynamics of space flight when I play the wing spot

It’s like Sugar Ray Robinson smacking Jake LaMotta

Verse by verse you still couldn’t get hotter, mocha choco-

-lata, yadda, yadda, yadda.

Pussy as sweet as Mýa, bitches

Still getting nada.

Thermonuclear mushroom clouds

Sky-squatter, ATO.

M.I.C.

It’s like

The Monster Island of Doctor Moreau, keep pursuing, conquis-

-tador, drug Czar, Super Powers like the former Soviet Union

Keep the black toast close to me like it’s supposed to be

Fuck around, play Son of Sam, blow your brains all over your brand-new

Leather interior upholstery.

Glass-jaw actors

Prepare for the chin-check.

Kong drop a bomb for those insects

Cock-feeding wifey while your chickenhead steady hen-pecks

Itching for a scratch, track record—check the index

Dealing with alcoholism, the constant threat of prison

Still maintain balance in relationship to rhythm

Bush is the president, but I still voted for Shirley Chisholm

The blood of Jesus tampon-style—believe this.

Beast’s hands

On the fetus, speeders.

Last Supper, fucker

Eat this.

Preachers dancing sleeveless on the poor

But preachless.

What kind of greed is this, making G’s

Off Jesus?

Is he a myth or does he exist?

Is he a white man?

Is he a black man squeezing the fifth?

Answer: lips, fingertips, knees, and hips.

You pieces

Of shits, how many pieces of green is rich?

I’m like

Damn, this priest is a snitch, telling the police

Who the true Jesus is.

Could lead to this

Face to face, fist to feet, feet to fist

Don’t eat the fish in the sink they beat their dicks

: How did the monsters escape?

Die

Thugs, die thugs, fly slugs, cry blood, eyes

Bloodshot, slug shot, watch the blood drop.

When

The blood slug shot, play your porch like a step ‘cause I’m a

Crook, ready to knock this nigga phone off the hook.

I will

Infect your insects when I inject my ind-

-ex in text, Windex your chin-check

Kong love ghetto hoes, settle those, bare them toes

Kink hoes are tight, ride right pero slow

Fuck with the Czars?

You’d rather play with Devil nose or play with his toes

Or eat yellow snow.

Fuck around, how did them know?

No man can fuck with Kong, Conan, KD, X-Ray

Rodan, Megalon, smacking niggas with a closed hand

Crisp styles let go, someone hears some missiles like Puerto

Piss styles and petro, all you hear is whis-

-tles and echoes

Never let go, whether or not I’m petro

Step to the ring swinging bricks and elbows—better let ‘em know

Keeping it going, keeping it moving.

People be knowing, still, they

Be booing.

My shit will keep blowing—see what they’re doing, leaving

‘Em open, keeping ‘em wishing, me reminiscing, fetal

Positions, we’re leaving ‘em twitching, seizing the kitchen

Real or superstition, odds become even like flatlines—that's

Fine.

Heart of a raptor—when I attack, black, I stack

Mine, hard like black wine after revision in prison

See me and listen about the bloody-red skies that I’ll be kissing

Who missing?

: The major cities in the world are being destroyed one by one by the monsters

: Couldn’t you foresee this?

: We are not trying to conceal anything from you.

The truth of the matter,

gentlemen, is that we don’t know what has happened

: Is that true?

: All I can say now is we know nothing, but every one of us feels the very same

thing