[Emcee(s): Rodan]
[Producer(s): Xtreme (Original instrumental from Ghostface Killah feat. Ne-Yo - "Back Like That")]
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Aw, man
It's what these motherfuckers will bring you to
I told you
[???]
Yes, this shit is about a bitch
[?], aw, fuck
It's what these motherfuckers will bring you to
[?]
Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, one, two, three [?]
Uh
[?]
Kill 'em
God Rodan back for vengeance
Somebody kill 'em
Uh
Cruisin' far in a newer car
The future star
Rulers are got you in a sewer jar
Don't get stuck up at the Kahlúa bar
See ya sooner afternoon tomor'
Rodan sky hook like Kareem Haruwn-Jabbar-a
Experience the horror
Nuclear jihad
This a real American heartland
I came up in a hard land
Grew up to be a hard man
Hands in the air, man down
Whether Rodan in the air, the underground
I'm the best man, hands down
Somebody goin' to hell tonight, bitch
Keep sniffin', better run tell that white bitch
Her ass smell, a'ight, bitch
Look it if my Breitling
It ain't hard to tell, I'm quite rich
These lanes is sensitive
They brains is still primitive
Evolutionary change is limited
Fuck Brazilian bitches naked
City flooded with millions of snitches
Street paved in billions of riches
Blood money flowin' through the rivers
Swimmin' with Godzillian fishes
That old serpent Leviathan reppin' reptilian wishes
[?] God the weirdest
One hundred percent fearless
Wait 'til you hear this
Ten percent nonsense, your shit's sincereless
Majorly ten thousand and careerless
Blaxploitation leave these bitches [?]
[?] that power you
What's that, blood?
Oh, it ain't nothin', it's just the coward in you
You invisible, man
Up north, they call me fist of the radar
Infrared knuckle, heat-seeking Czar
Reminiscent of Julio Caesar
Like Aaron Pryor
These faggots don't know Aaron got a prior
They don't know who ciphered
The vine designed to keep on elevatin' higher
Lord Prometheus always got that fire
Show me the last cocksucker claimin' the law to be a liar
I ain't never watch a single episode of the Wire
The harder the battle, the sweeter the victory
Conquered nations write songs, winners write history
And use a friendly tutorial
Written in memory of
Standin' erect, elected as a memorial
Kill 'em