[Emcee(s): Rodan]

[Producer(s): Al Shux (Original instrumental from Jay-Z feat. Alicia Keys - “Empire State of Mind”)]

[Intro: Rodan]

Yes, sir

Uh, uh, uh

[Verse: Rodan]

Join me on the odyssey seeking out the newest

Ideologies. Executives set to chill, torturous

Hooks giving ‘em a sexual thrill. Songs

Is wack, took too long to come back, rhyming

Off-beat to the wrong tracks.  Frrraggot!  You got a

Thong on your back. See, I’m wise and I’m humble, and as

I rise, I watch whole societies crumble. So much

Dough to get, act so inappropriate. Neo flow

So sick, separate that ridiculous-looking thing you

Call a head from those feeble-ass shoulders, separate

The pebble from the boulders. God keep getting stronger

As God grow older. Seven-Digit Nation

Feeling so real about the whole situation

Call 9-1-1, smoke dust from Osama

Who here could really trust Obama? I pay no attention to silly

Faggot-ass celebrities—it’s just a lust for drama

Give ‘em the knowledge wis’ on one, two, one, two. If you was

Paying close attention, y’all already know what we came to do

Rain where the rose growing, pain flows alone. Faggot

Rock you in your face, stab your brain with your nose bone

Urban bosses. 9-1-1's a joke

Don’t get it flossing—I’ll smack your motherfucking turban off

Arab money, red Irish, or black German, Timbs stay high

Kicks that crack your sternum. I paint the picture of reality

Of where blacks whose earning and crackers are burning

Ultimate outcome’s what actual facts will determine

Now how many pussy emcees must get pistol-whipped?

The force of bloody screams go Ro-Rodiculous

Screaming, “Fuck the police!” Peace to all my families

Grasshopper just “brrrrraattt!” popped the last cop up

Cop too fast? Just “pop,” leave him on an exodus

Leave him bleeding, in need of an exorcist. Mysteries of

Houdini, studied musical theory and acoustic history

From Wes Montgomery back to Pat Metheny

How pathetic—even though it’s only hypothetic

Theoretical genetics spark conditions, hearing endowed in the language

Inherited in the phonetics. It’s the same boat

Going through the same doors. I usually aim for the thrrrroat

Who knows just what I’m aiming for? Pursuing from escaping

Laying low with a spear and cape with a Jacuzzi in the basement

Pursuing my fate, consumed to bake, get room to prove

No room for debate, cocksucker, I'm the ever-living truth

View the hand clutching for a branch after the avalanche

Rodan the man that makes at least 45 rules in advance

You the king of lies, pretending to be the Lion King

You got a blind queen. Now I’m here to serve justice like

Supreme Court judge Joe Weinstein: righteous anger

Bashing on sanity, strike your faggot ass down like

A national calamity. Small, spoken fast or it

Must be quick. This bitch snitch, she would crawl over broken glass

Just to suck my dick. Where the high-rollers

And gun-holders can’t bother ya, motherfucker, I’m colder than Antarctica

Blaze trees in the Sun, call me the Sol Gardener

AKA Plinko, the holy pardon ya

Shoot a hole through every part of ya. Sound good? Yeah, that’s nice

But is it really worth the ultimate sacrifice?

Nice on the block, but, in the real world, you suck. Said he

Used to box, brag about all the ring girls he used to fuck

Cerebral satellite, broadcast network, lethal

Battle site, with his beef beat, meat bloody and raw

Cracker, pass the ketchup like psycho of apocalypse

Cyclops, one eye flying over the skies of Metropolis

Pyramids built to conceal secret conspiracies

Of spiritual documents. Y’all know Ro so deep

With the facts. Think I might be metalsexual the way

I sleep with the gats. You faggots is homo, metro

Sex in the City, wanna be pretty, wanna work with Diddy

Danity Kane, Doll Pussy-ass kitty-cats

Insist us to trust y’all pretentious fucks

So I keep my defenses up, smoke high-frequency dro

So my antennas don’t get stuck. High-density flow

Since Day One. All I know is how to continue to cultivate

My beginner’s luck, day-to-day perpetuals

Calm eternal winters touch, bitch. Fuck Mick

Jagger. With swagger, Mayweather be hot. Y’all already

Know I’m bowling for B-Rock. Crackhead, son of a Bush

Back up in detox. Rodan synonymous

To righteous elevation like Warlocks to D-Block, bitch