[Hook: Rodan]
Some rappers✦ wanna✦ make you move
Niggas✦ and bitches✦ shake and groove
Some emcees✦ just show and prove
You pick and choose: win, draw, or lose
If you got nothing✦ to prove
Lock down your niches,✦ spit your groove
Take you on a lyric✦ cruise
Rappers✦ pay our dues, ain’t shit to prove
[Verse 2: Rodan]
Yo, peace while I rest on this pigeon✦ whose back I’m digging ‘til Judgment Day
I’ll be my own Lord, Self-Preservation✦ be my religion✦
Fly in the fastest lane chosen,✦ wings protected✦ like safe sex in a la-
-tex Trojan✦
Skiing uptown’ll leave your brain frozen✦
Gat explosion✦ leave warm blood flowing
Internal organs exposing
Correlation✦ to the cosmos, urban✦ legends up the block, street theologians
Headline✦ a bill, throw a jewel✦ at your grill
Blackened steel bring the heat like military✦ fire drills
Drop a bombshell for real
Units move half a mill, with or without a record✦ deal
Still give these crab industry, En Vogue motherfuckers “Something They Could Feel”
Aviator wristwear,✦ elevated textiles✦
Imported Timberlands from Switzerland scuffing up your reptiles✦
Niggas✦ ain’t my son, Gods treat you like a stepchild
Take your booty✦ wack sex style, flush it in the cess pile
Marathon lyrics corny✦ critics can’t run the next mile
Abandoned outcasts in exile✦
Never✦ seen again,✦ tossed✦ or lost into✦ the X-Files✦
Sold Luther✦ that 9 milli luger,✦ attack✦ the mic like a cougar✦ geeked✦ up
Got phony✦ thugs scared✦ to speak up
Make a nigga✦ balls freeze up
Lay parallel to concrete, spraying caps, tearing your knees up
2000 years, we’ll reappear,✦ change the Earth in worldly ways
Ancient of days, come to show the blind God in the form of a man
That is worthy✦ of praise
Investigate✦ doctrines, high awareness through my lifetime
Social✦ issues✦ that incite✦ crimes✦
Make a generation✦ of scholars live existence between✦ the white lines✦
No more sniffing, saying, “Fuck a 9 to 5.”
Now all I do is fucking write rhymes✦
DJs scratch the wax like shaved✦ balls
Rabble-rouser popped✦ on like rebel✦ slave calls
Navigate✦ the southern state like maze halls
Chain shining medallion✦ swinging like stalactites✦ on cave walls
Bounce the rhythm like a tambourine✦
Step up on the scene with a monster theme and a third world dream
Impale✦ bubblegum rap stars on microphones infected✦ with gangrene
Deconstruct contemporary✦ pop culture to reinvent my own mainstream
Come on
[Hook: Rodan]
Some rappers✦ wanna✦ make you move
Niggas✦ and bitches✦ shake and groove
Some emcees✦ just show and prove
You pick and choose: win, draw, or lose
If you got nothing✦ to prove
Lock down your niches,✦ spit your groove
Take you on a lyric✦ cruise
Rappers✦ pay our dues, ain’t shit to prove
[Verse 3: Rodan]
Yo, my name was Rodan✦ before✦ the wack Godzilla blockbuster✦
My name was Rodan✦ before✦ stellar dust collected✦ into✦ the first star cluster✦
Set up shop at the pearly✦ gates,✦ move an ounce while defending✦ ‘em
Cherubim on the mic, lyrically✦ descended from Big Daddy✦ Kane and Rakim and ‘em
Golden✦ Age legacy✦ platinum writer✦ of a new era✦
Second millennium, triple CD blazing up like three flavors
Of tropical✦ weeds when you’re blending✦ ‘em
Connect ghetto✦ slums to heavens turn opposites✦ to synonyms
Bend grammar like antimatter, distort the space-time-rhyme continuum
Five Percent rhetorical,✦ prophecies✦ like an oracle✦
Bad luck to emcees✦ like a Kennedy
Reach across infinity,✦ reestablish my divinity✦
Between✦ me and the eternally✦ great enmity✦
Imagine✦ a natural-born enemy✦ befriending✦ me
Offending✦ me with what you pretend to be
How the fuck you a killer✦ with blatant homosexual tendencies?✦ Come on
[Hook: Rodan]
Some rappers✦ wanna✦ make you move
Niggas✦ and bitches✦ shake and groove
Some emcees✦ just show and prove
You pick and choose: win, draw, or lose
If you got nothing✦ to prove
Lock down your niches,✦ spit your groove
Take you on a lyric✦ cruise
Rappers✦ pay our dues, ain’t shit to prove
Rappers✦ wanna✦ make you move
Niggas✦ and bitches✦ shake and groove
Some emcees✦ just show and prove
You pick and choose: win, draw, or lose
If you got nothing✦ to prove
Lock down your niches,✦ spit your groove
Take you on a lyric✦ cruise
Rappers✦ pay our dues, ain’t shit to prove