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?”