Witchcraft - Monsta Island Czars, Rodan, Megalon

Ayyo

Collapse, find my voice with drums, string, wind, and brass

This industry got you gassed like: the only thing of value on this Earth

Is cash, so you’re at the cinema, watching curtains crash

Turnabout is fair play, got you hurting fast

Fuck around, do a lifetime bid behind your worthless ass

Introducing the Monsta blue collar fam, auction off

Your two-dollar plan, third dimension held for ransom, facts

Be wise, state-of-the-art, brand-new holograms

One break, we take the test switch, wind up for the best

Pitch, pimp the tracks so wicked they call this shit

The West Witch, perforate you in my cypher’s diameter

Like pi makes, load the pump with pig grease to fry jakes

Elevation like Vince Carter, smoking the zoom, the sonic

Boom causes sky quakes.

Peep my lines through

A microscope, grab my neck, chest banging the flyest isotopes

Powerboat race or with wind sails, blowing waves

At the Sun, blue snapper fin tails, chain-smoking

Red blood rain token, brain choking, shower the con-

-crete with bloody entrails, Belvedere bottles

The motto for jokers who follow doints, borrowers swallow

Joints, use a crossbow.

Y’all cotton candy, Andy-

-Warhol-ass niggas ain’t worth my hollow points

When my man and me be pumping, our families be thumping, even

Granny be wanting to jump in, prepare to be handing me the gun, dumping

Randomly.

At the end of the war, the last man standing is me

You’re bumping into your gun, panties fronting.

Imagine

Walking across water with Black Jesus after it freezes

Lazarus clapping his knees, blast pastors and preachers

Manifest mic magic, grab it, crack your speakers

After the gunfight, you know what I want: the nose candy, B

Done again thanks to you, my past life is trife, fallen angels

Hermaphrodites, half-Christ, half-gangster too

Gats and knives, bats and pipes, we even take it to the

Cracks in the Rike’s, wax in the mics, but it wouldn’t happen

If there was a swift crack in the ice

I inhale when I sniff, Kong blare, whisper Tales of the Crypt

Blue flag, I’m seeing red when I split blood

Colors, anger, stress.

Time 7:30, find

Kong in the dark, constantly banging on his chest.

Who that?

Keep squeezing, freaking leaking anything breathing

Leaving all of them bleeding, peeking at the precinct, now we’re

Eating, live inside a bottle, rip

Swallow, sip ‘til it’s hollow, write names on hollow tips

Punch holes in your knots ‘til you wobble, we’re

Hosing potholes in your goggles or your fossils

Got bitches ready to rob if you wanna argue

You can even ask God, you apostles

Petty cash, petty crime, niggas doing petty

Time for some bullshit like copping a dime

What’s mine is mine, what’s yours is yours.

Niggas

Still going under off these manmade laws?

Taking niggas to court like we’re guilty

When we all know the system straight filthy

Cops lick off 41

Shots and off scot-free, but you?

You had a key.

You’re going down, bitch nigga, yeah

Remember me?

Same uniform or same

Family.

It’s in the works, corrupted

Before I could see.

You could die, nigga, and I believe

That’s how a snake just slither

Bust a tool at your liver.

Black rose floating

In the river, rhyme tighter than bikini

Puffing the boom and The Man see me

Boy

You see me?

Don’t see me—real recognize

Real, feel the pain of a heart broken and bleeding.

Smoking

Weed although I know what am needing, but, slowly, I’m speeding

Hoping I meet the Devil on neutral ground so I can take

Back what he took before, snuff him and shoot him down.

«Look

Who found a better life,» I tell him, drying my butter knife

Dared to fight out of spite, his dark hand survived under light.

Bugging

Right?

Maybe.

I ain’t crazy, he made me shady

Look how he persuaded me to murder my last four babies.

Lately

Reminiscing got me vexed, checking my resume

Drugs, money, and sex left me searching for a better way

Forget it, I gotta eat, get this paper—where the money?

Robbing

And fiending got me trapped between starving and hungry

Stressed out, I gotta get out of Hell, I feel surrounded like

The feeling of flying underwater before you die drowning

I found a sword in the dungeon, it started glowing

I stopped bugging and switched paths, my flow the witchcraft

Your bitch laugh, then I smack her bitch ass

Then I dip fast in an E-Class, no lesser

Step to the mic with authority, the majo-

-rity, King Cesar with all the seniority

Excuse the flattery, don’t be mad at me

Unless you want this acid from this battery all up in your

Anatomy.

I’m shooting at the Police Academy

I turned into a monster, now they’re scared of me.

You better scatter

B. Yo, what that matter me?

I think I’m loco

This Easy Jesus got me in a chokehold, I’m hotter than

The Sun in Acapulco and higher than the motherfucking

Prices at Sunoco