Rodan - “Human Inquisition”
[Emcee(s): Rodan]
[Producer(s): Ravage]
[Verse 1: Rodan]
Ayyo
Fuck the human race. This whole fucking planet’s a disgrace
Wanna take a billion guns, shoot every 6 billion one of these mother-
-fuckers in their motherfucking face—that’s the talk of a mad-
-man going way outside his brain waves. Sleepless days
Nightmare visions, centuries of injustice, middle passages
And chained slaves. “Sociopath,” they say
Without justification. “Just Another Angry Black Man”
Syndrome, trivializing every national publication
So I wipe my ass with the front page of the daily news
Choose the Gospel and the Blues, live life like a billionaire recluse
25-year-old Howard Hughes, context clues
Disregard legislative rules of sobriety
Rarely speak to socialize, only communicate to convey information
Fuck society. This is the human inquisition
Align the sublime and surreal, imperfect juxtaposition
Hold two opposing thoughts without contradiction
If you’s the weak link, plutocratic faggots, y’all niggas
Need to stay missing. Humans born with a genetic pre-
-disposition for destruction of self—that’s why I smoke
Cigarettes and blunts, drink liquor ‘til my liver turn inside-out
Fucking up my physical health. In motherfucking suicidal
Thought, I be Nat Turner to the tenth exponent
Stalk the Long Island railroad, contemplating a Colin Ferguson—sound
Fucked up, don’t it? Don’t need an I30 bubble
Pushing 2003 space shuttle, sprout wings
Like Icarus, lessons meticulous, omniscient
Oblivious in the same breath. Check the atmosphere
Speak to the elements. The jewels of life are straight-up ubiquitous
[Verse 2: Rodan]
Yo, from
December 7th to September 11th, the span of 60 years
Two American tragedies—to all families involved, my eyes
Shed misty tears. Foretold by prophets, conscious
Emcees who thought you’d see it in your own lifetime, total
Decimation of the world’s most heralded skyline
Modern-day Babel just a parable babbled by apocalyptic
Scholars. Lost The Towers in less than 24 hours—now maybe
We could buy the Island back for 24 dollars
Don’t confuse the honesty with animosity, adjust the street
Symmetry, bittersweet imagery of the city we renamed
“The Island of Monstrosity.” Like American history 18th
To 20th century, used to live by skin codes
But in times of turmoil, we’re all brothers. I guess angels like
Aaliyah didn’t wanna stick around to watch the world implode
I love this country, it’s the place of my birth. But until every life
Has value, then no life has worth. Set the record straight:
I just don’t love America, I love the Planet Earth. Statements
Unpopular with the 85 mentality, mob way
Witch-hunting media need to see McCarthy on job day
Or keep watching Ty Cobb play. I be ghetto, poli-
-ticking across the metropolitan to Erodium fields in
Zimbabwe, 5 boroughs of Vietnam, liberating
Miss Saigon, keep doing Betsy Ross proud, waving
American flags made in Taiwan. It ain’t fun to say
But chickens come home to roost too. Beside the pyramids
Just look what our monuments get reduced to. Ignorance is bliss
So just sit there, let kangaroo journalism
And Tinseltown hijinks seduce you. Tricknowledge created
To confuse you, distorted facts and senseless
Chatter. History repeating itself, the former becomes the latter
Time is just illusion we use to measure the motion
Of matter, good or bad are all based off perception
I’m an emcee, not supposed to be PC, but we can still
Politic on corrections, make appropriate suggestions
Ask intelligent questions, 120 Lessons
Here to save God from the graveyard, so to whom it may
Concerns, as the world burns, give birth to resolution
Return in the form of sperm, reincarnated 10,000
Light years after every star has faded, eons
Squandering, eternally pondering, “Will these stupid
Fucking humans ever learn?”
