[Intro: Sample from Rodan (1956)]
How could prehistoric monsters stir from their long death to move about upon the Earth again? The only answer to that could be that they never really died
[Verse 1: Kamackeris]
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
[Verse 2: Rodan]
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
[Verse 3: Kong]
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
Knuckles 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
[Verse 4: Megalon]
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, he 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
