[GODZILLA]

"It's Rodan

The attack started at 11 o'clock

And now he has destroyed  everything in the city.

Leaders have called out their defenses.

There's no doubt...this is the same Rodan who comes from Monster Island."

'WHAT'S GONE WRONG WITH HIM?'



[RODAN]

Fuck the intro 

Yo keep crowds hailing me like a taxi

Learned that it's more to life

Than bustin gats B

How the fuck you gonna blast 

You's a laugh like Andy Kaufman

Reading from the Great Gatsby relax G

Get gassed up let your lungs collapse B

Collect my whole gross income

Cuz my galactic rap status is tax-free

Wiley coyote rhymers cop your wack raps from the factory at acme

Just the facts B

Urban dragnet supreme architects

Servin Dialect

Bell curve side effect

Caucus asian latter years

Coconut almond spiced bacardi dark

No taste for flatter beers

Frontin with your mouth open

Let me empty out my bladder here

Blowin like John Faddis

Atomic air traffic blackin out your stratosphere

Off the top of the locker 

Cleats on the mic, kickin flows, ballin like soccer

Slow niggas ramblin on and on incoherently like Chewbacca

Used to be on the block corner snow rock betty crocker

Chrome showin dome glowin blowin

Jewels growin out the side of my crown chakra

U a killa gorilla or a babbling baboon?

Part time wack rhyming no bottom line circus rappin buffoon 

on some pop shit like a balloon

Carrots paper quest to stay fresh

Stuck in the gay lifestyle switchin like mae west

Wise winds from the East squeezing at the beast and stray wests

Gods locked down do the science and let the day bless

In jail ain't nothing to do but 

Work out, jerk off, go to war, play chess

What's your degree?

Cop a plea, change your story like the weatherman?

Whatever man, you ain't fly like Rodan, 

U fly like peter pan 

Then never, never land

Move mountains in telekinetic mode 

Skate the straight and narrow 

Floating over your pathetic road

Rhymes written in genetic codes

Flightpope Ro perched atop

Five pillars of Hip Hop

Aesthetic soul

C'mon



[JAMES BROWN]

"That's Bad Man, that is bad, bad, bad. He ain't never done, that been never 

done on a record before.  That's bad brother, that is bad...let me...believe me!"



[RODAN]

Yo Peace

While I rest in this pigeon whose back I'm diggin

Til judgment day I be my own Lord

Self-Preservation be my religion

Fly in the fastest lane chosen

Wings protected like safe sex in a latex Trojan

Skiing uptown'll leave your brain frozen

Gat explosion leave warm blood flowin

Internal organs exposing

Correlation to the cosmos

Urban legends up the block

Street theologians

Headline a bill throw a jewel at your grill

Black steel bring the heat like military fire drills

Drop a bombshell for real

Units move half a mil

With or without a record deal

Still give these crab industry en vogue muthafuckas

Something they could feel

Aviator wristwear elevator textiles

Imported Timberlands from Switzerland

Scuffing up your reptiles

Niggas ain't my Sun, Gods treat you like a stepchild

Take your booty wack sex style flush it in the cess pile

Marathon lyrics corny critics can't run the next mile

Abandoned outcasts and exile

Never seen again, tossed or lost into the X-Files

Sold luther that 9 milli luger attack the mic

Like a cougar geeked up

Got phony thugs scared to speak up

Make a niggas balls freeze up

Lay parallel to concrete sprayin caps

Tearing your knees up

2000 years we reappear

Change the earthly worldly ways

Ancient of days 

Come to show the blind god 

In the form of a man

That is worthy of praise

Investigate doctrines 

High awareness through my lifetime

Social issues that incite crimes

Make a generation of scholars live 

Existence between the white lines

No more sniffin sayin fuck a 9 to 5

Now all I do is fuck and write rhymes

DJs scratch the wax like shaved balls

Rabblerouse the pop dog like rebel slave calls

Navigate the southern state like maze halls

Chain shinin medallion swingin like stalactites on cave walls

Bounce the rhythm like a tambourine

Step up on the scene with a monster theme and a third world dream

Impale bubblegum rap stars on microphones infected with gangrene

Deconstruct contemporary pop culture to reinvent my own mainstream

C'mon



[JAMES BROWN]

"Yeah, brotha, I tell you brothaman.  What you got there, you know what? We got a 

thing...u know what?"



[RODAN]

Yo my name was Rodan before the wack Godzilla blockbuster

My name was Rodan before stellar dust collected into the first star cluster

Set up shop at the pearly gates 

Move a ounce while defending 'em

Cherubim on the Mic

Lyrically descended from Big Daddy Kane and Rakim & 'em

Golden age legacy platinum writer

A new era second millennium 

Triple CD blazin up like three flavas of tropical weeds 

When you blendin 'em

Connect ghetto slums to heavens 

Turn opposites to synonyms 

Bend grammar like anti-matter 

Distort the space-time rhyme continuum

5% rhetorical

Prophecies like a oracle

Bad luck to MCs like a kennedy

Reach across infinity

Reestablish my divinity

Between me and the eternally great enmity

Imagine a natural born enemy befriending me?

Offendin me with what you pretend to be

How the fuck you a killa with blatant homosexual tendencies?



[JAMES BROWN]

"That is unbelievable.  That is unbelievable man.  That's bad there!

That's sho nuff bad there bro, you off into that one bro. I went through the 

zone man, that's it, that's all I done. Now that's what's happening! That's 

gonna be the bad one..."