[Verse 1]
Ayo, we don't speak the same language so you might need a translator for this cousin
Sling syllables by the dozen
Slick literary metaphor for popping slugs
Pushing and copping d** and
One dimensional frame of reference make you think it wasn't
Next time try and consider the entire context before trying to make a judgement
Mutual shame of your guilt complex, look in your face and see you jealous
Bet you wish these filthy crackers will put us back in chains and try to sell us
Bet you wish a mythological Prince of Darkness show up hallucinatory in contrast, put us on a bound to hell bus
an*logies pertinent to these commercial industry shenanigans
But I piss on your empire
Heart turning black, no turning back like Anakin
It's Rodan again, here to stab a squelt with this rap sh**
Peep the name, peep the strategy
It's anti-gravity lifting you up with empty gat clips
Dedicated to false images on television
f*ggot Klansmen never charged with terrorism
Innocent black man convicted and fills up the prisons
My only religion is self-preservation and anti-establishmentarianism
Settle it with gats with fists
Hand palm mascots, 8 bombs clap to this
Post-nuclear activist
10% take the a** whipping like a world cla** masochist
Just 'cos I was an underground rapper you thought I was a backpacking pacifist?
Put extraneous pressure on the joints to increase the stress of the muscle
Keep it subtle with the bare knuckle
Know nuttin' sweet lasts forever so every week we get a different hustle
Dipped head to toe in kevlar like it was Nike
Create culture to conquer the collective consciousness American psyche
Mappin' plans for steady sailin'
One transaction your word already failin'
Support the group or rock the solos like Eddie Van Halen
Or better yet Coltrane and John taking high steps
What's your science, clown, that's a strong man in your circus, I'm gonna shoot him in the biceps
Smack the gargoyle, jack him for his steroids
Annoyed, leave him destroyed, null and void
I write rhymes like scripture, you write rhymes like f**ing tabloids
[Verse 2]
Been everywhere and back and these fools are still steady doubtin'
Never realise a faith the size of a mustard seed can move the heaviest of mountains
Jewels on countin', but never cast pearls to swine
f*ggot Evil De-vines and prostitutes in blue suits
10th century from now still burnin' down the booth
Say give it to me straight because unlike Tom Cruise I can handle the truth
A few good men on the verge of a third murder
Deride tracks and rock beats
We be the Ivy League calibre intellectuals that be lovin' the streets
Where the rare flare missiles crack on the middle of the Little Apple
Snatched up so much ice make n***as want to jump up and land in triple axle
We never landed on Plymouth Rock so f** where the pilgrims settle
Point of impact keep you intoxicated from the smell of freshly oiled gunmetal
Soldiers a**emblin', cowards are tremblin'
Rememberin', abolishin' bullsh** like Oswaldo Guayasamín
Considerin' so accustomed to running on hundred percent adrenaline
Disa**emblin' feeble joints for the sharpness of needle points and stick 'em in a rap show critic
Still stackin' crack blow digits
sh** ain't just a** shaking and entertainment
It's tantamount to rocket science, as intricate as astrophysics
Infinite and Afro-centric