Rodan - “Ability to Speak (One Week)”
[Emcee(s): Rodan]
[Producer(s): Heat Sensor]
[Intro: Sample]
“I can now state that the unidentified flying object is a giant flying reptile closely related to the extinct Geronimo. So far, here are the data we have gathered for you”
[Verse 1: Rodan]
Ayyo, we monsters and man, gods and animals, embody the human
Dichotomy, mythical spirits intangible, consume flesh
And vegetables, killer instincts mechanical in my
City fantasy, video produced by me and my manski
Directed by Rodan Polanski, African, Indian, indigenous
Ancient warrior Ashanti. Study history of
The Cold Crush War, Funky Four Plus More, five-finger
Trigger discount through your plush store, fly over the Grand Canyon
Carve my name, rusty banger, buck fifty across the face
Of Mt. Rushmore, the tree-hugger, the big titty lover
The rare one do for self and do for brothers, shoot the fair one
Never hate, celebrate success of others, skating
On thin ice, trying to burn this—Monstas impervious, skin
Ten times denser than human epidermis—technology
And evolution combined can’t destroy us. OD’ing off of trees
Still live long like Sequoias, sport imagery like
A badge of honor, here to make my ‘gina rich, despise a crossdressing
Coward like Giuliani, but God bless that Sinead O’Connor chick
Time to get some ghetto heaven light grunge and brooding, starring
In the latest Nirvana flick, getting skied off of double
Doses of Twin Peaks on some “Who killed Laura Palmer?” shit
[Hook: Rodan]
Born
From the cradle with the ability to speak, uttered the words
“The Earth will be inherited by the meek,” replace the aristocracy
Glutton, see what it’s like to go hungry for a week
[Verse 2: Rodan]
Read
Joseph Campbell, rocking Mos Def, or listen to Cornel West. You know
The apocalypse is close: there’s only two Beatles left. Son of a
Flower child and a Panther—don’t that take the cake? Never appreciated
Thanksgiving, no Valentine’s Day kisses, Christmas don’t mean
Shit to me, plus the crowd is fake—catch you doing the Harlem Shake
In the Island of Monstas and dragons. Y’all faggot asses keep
Testing the law of averages, straight-up savages like Cro
Magnon. Hijack chariots in Olympus. In Atlantis, sink
Battleships. Up in the club, mack hoes with fly tattoos
Of Chinese alphabets. Fuck your crew. We battle government
Tyrants and giant corporate constructions. How the fuck you gonna
Keep doing injustice and not expect no repercussions?
Well-connected, telekinetic, move weight across the tri-state
One-two-five to Connecticut, start the mutiny
Look you square in the face of your popular opinion, pull out my dick, take
A piss on your public scrutiny. Anti-amnesiac
We never forget—we just avenge ya, B. But in the end, too many adverse
Emotions’ll kill you quicker than the enemy. Put an end
To all the misconceptions, lessons, dick-sucking, Tarantino
Misinterpreting, connections storming Pulp Fiction at the matinee
Rodan conquers the land of evil serpent men
[Hook: Rodan]
Born
From the cradle with the ability to speak, uttered the words
“The Earth will be inherited by the meek,” replace the aristocracy
Glutton, see what it’s like to go hungry for a week
[Verse 3: Rodan]
The sick
Decipher statin arm, infinite degrees to keep the gat warm
Gullible cats is getting bigged up on a subway platform
Take precaution while we scramble, run a risk, make a gamble
Camp major, preamble running through bitches and emcees like Earl Campbell
Gridiron, way-back, hundred-yard-long shots from Nevada
Reborn through my shahada, the mighty dada globetrotter
The baddest strata-nimbus-cumulus-cloud sky-squatter
Ro’ subtract mass poverty, probably purchase Anglo property
Stranglehold the globe from forty acres of monopoly
Worldwide lands is dedicated, street corners confederated
Ghetto scientist medicated, nine out of ten murderous lines are improvised
Last ten percent premeditated, we get it weighted
[Hook: Rodan]
Born
From the cradle with the ability to speak, uttered the words
“The Earth will be inherited by the meek,” replace the aristocracy
Glutton, see what it’s like to go hungry for a week
(Go to jail for just one week, go homeless for one week) Born
From the cradle with the ability to speak, uttered the words
“The Earth will be inherited by the meek,” replace the aristocracy
Glutton, see what it’s like to go hungry for a week (Listen)
(To my speakers tweak, watch your ear drums leak) Born
From the cradle with the ability to speak, uttered the words
“The Earth will be inherited by the meek,” replace the aristocracy
Glutton, see what it’s like to go hungry for a week
(Go to jail for just one week, go homeless for one week)