MeccaGodZilla ft. Rodan - “Trojan Warfare (AKA Beast Wars)”

[Emcee(s): Rodan and MeccaGodZilla]

[Producer(s): MeccaGodZilla]

[Verse 1: Rodan]

Master of all known elements, mainly elevation, striving

Towards awareness, self-liberation, and new development

Birdman of Alcatraz escaping this Island, Monsta

Renegade, original criminal inmate running the asylums

Pigs in a blanket cooking up like ham hocks. Feeling lucky

Smoking shamrock. Cosigning that wack shit?

Faggots, straight-up Johnny Hancock. Reincarnated

Buddha conquering Lion of Judah, laying under tropical

Breeze, visiting isosceles triangles in Bermuda

Atlantic division, coast-to-coast trips, bloody love letters

“Poizon Windz,” you fucking cowards—go read it in the post-script

Battle of the industry, leave these corporate pirates abandoned

Stranded on a ghost ship. Heard your crew ride the most

Tips throughout the whole republic. Pledged defiance to the flag

The bloody slave still crying out for justice. I’m like

Triple-A: African Asiatic Aztec plus airborne

All-academy—fuck it, I guess that makes him a sextuplet

Leave Billy Bob crawling, riding a Comet like there was

Halley with these Monstas balling. Keep telling these sweet

Thirsty-ass critics to keep licking my chocolate, salty

Spaldings. A sexist from Texas upset with classes

Don’t like the caste system, make the wealth work, said

“I don’t just think about myself but ain’t gonna front

I do think about myself first.” Government bodies and religion

Digesting your life force with swift Saharan strikes. Still

What if I told you God O’mighty himself was the world’s

Biggest parasite? Marked the residents with cherished

Relevance, said, “Tell it in your genes, my son.” It’s all

Inherited intelligence. Shit, you know I’ma be rich

I’m a racist, a sadist, and an atheist—fuck it

I might as well be president, send the Mogwai

Through Saigon from the last Mayan, retire unborn

To the fire, my right arm extends to strike his ass down

Like an iron python—hung it at the next facility

To dry, so come and face your political liability

Through crooks’ inabilities to lie. The hours we heard

The bees, the trees, the flowers, the birds that said

“Blessed be the God of men that control the planet through the

Power of words.” She said, “Say it again.” I said

“Blessed be the God of men that control the planet through the

Power of words”

[Hook: MeccaGodZilla]

Can’t

Take it no more, spazz gamma, radiate raw

In my veins war, the golden axe smash doors, Hip Hop

For the cause, for all those not on the black balled, gotta stay

Sick with this. Trojan War when I cough

Can’t

Take it no more, spazz gamma, radiate raw

In my veins war, the golden axe smash doors, Hip Hop

For the cause, for all those not on the black balled, gotta stay

Sick with this. Trojan War when I cough

[Verse 2: MeccaGodZilla]

Ark of

Covenant destroyed by Raiders of rules lost, slaves

To the trade like house niggas afraid to move on. Hip hop’s

The antichrist praising the Lord, some situations

Iverson squared—I feel double-crossed. DJs

Losing their ways, striving for acceptance and fame, so they

Alter to be noticed more, some playing the game. Got a

Bit of financial upgrade when I make rook moves and take

Bad L’s like knights, fighting them pawn troops. Why is

So much time wasted? Fools go without like masturbation, ignoring

Improperly. Face it: got to look overloaded with no traces

Still are many date-rapists, the public broadcast of today’s gravi-

-tations, dry pasta, nunca acabada, these jerks

Flossing about how they pop ya. Sound of tossed ammo on

The floor, nigga, ‘bout to mop ya. Janitor ‘cause we’re clean

And want to remain employed, so we marvel at the

Destruction as our missiles deployed—run!

[Hook: MeccaGodZilla]

Can’t

Take it no more, spazz gamma, radiate raw

In my veins war, the golden axe smash doors, Hip Hop

For the cause, for all those not on the black balled, gotta stay

Sick with this. Trojan War when I cough

Can’t

Take it no more, spazz gamma, radiate raw

In my veins war, the golden axe smash doors, Hip Hop

For the cause, for all those not on the black balled, gotta stay

Sick with this. Trojan War when I cough

[Verse 3: MeccaGodZilla]

Explosive inside like a Trojan surprise, I got

Hot lines similar to hell spiders ready to dine

Can’t even imagine what you’re facing. My man Megalon was pacing

On some divine shit now for the crab who’s shaking in Lucifer’s pit

From the list of y’all that evade from me. The coppers moving

Me like a pile of sanitation. Got no choice

But to look for fresh air yonder. It rains like pork and beans

Every day, the thoughts of a Monsta