[Emcee(s): Rodan]

[Producer(s): DJ Premier (Original instrumental from AZ - "The Format")]

Mmm-hm!

Y'all 'ready know

Killer!

New start to the

Thumb blowin', comin' through, runnin' up, chain swingin', gun showin', guap

Belly swellin', goin' deli sellin', smelly bettin', fat nigga belly sweatin'

You know what the fuck you do

'Fuck wrong wit' you?

APD can't do the math for the astronomy consolation

Shortcut your face in half horizontally

Cracks plastic surgery, turn the other cheek, slice your face in half vertically

Every action predicated upon your death

Torchin' dedicated every last breath

Young Jesus Shuttlesworth, all guns squeezin' for what it's worth

Verses composed of plasma like blood cells and solar matter

HD TV screens dumbin' you down, full of brain-numbing chatter

Close the deal

Ain't all about clothes and the wheels or the hoes or even the steels proposing for appeal

Sometimes you really just need to know the deal

But y'all some house niggas who roll state flowin' in the fields

Killin' 'em, growin' like a lotus rose in the fields

Check the melody, bitch name Melanie

Melancholy sounded like a felony

How to handle drama: settle a little, let it be

If you entered into the state of futility

Def is the wages for your stupidity

Welcome to the carnival

Take you for a ride on a arsenal

Heavy artillery, fully demonstrable

Most high Monsta

Ro-fly-onibal

Black row flowin', gold arrest, Scott chronicles

Kinda' like snowmen

Rodan the abominable

Grown men take the law into my own hands

Run them into a clown junk

Cocksuckers is comical

Can't spin a rod, you motherfuckers is starin' too hard

How the fuck you think you could possibly scare God?

So delicious, Ro ridiculous

Impress a bitch? Nigga, please

Keep a busted pair of kicks on

At least a hundred Gs in a shoebox

Get my dusty hood ripped on, faggot