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meccagodzilla ft. rodan – “trojan warfare”
[emcee(s): rodan and meccagodzilla]
[producer(s): meccagodzilla]

[verse 1: rodan]
master of all known elements, mainly elevation, striving
towards awareness, self-liberation, and new development
birdman of alcatraz escaping this island, monsta
renegade, original criminal inmate running the asylums
pigs in a blanket cooking up like ham hocks. feeling lucky
smoking shamrock. cosigning that wack sh-t?
f-ggots, straight-up johnny hanc-ck. reincarnated
buddha, conquering lion of judah, laying under tropical
breeze, visiting isosceles triangles in bermuda
atlantic division, coast-to-coast trips, bl–dy love letters
“poizon windz,” you f-cking cowards—go read it in the post-script
battle of the industry, leave these corporate pirates
abandoned, stranded on a ghost ship. heard your crew rocked the most
sense throughout the whole republic, pledged defiance to the flag
the bl–dy slave still crying out for justice. i’m like
triple-a: african asiatic aztec plus airborne
all-academy—f-ck it, i guess that makes him a s-xtuplet
leave billy bob crawling, riding a comet like there was
halley with these monstas balling. keep telling these sweet
thirsty–ss critics to keep licking my chocolate, salty
spaldings. a s-xist from texas upset with cl-sses
don’t like the caste system, make the wealth work
said, “i don’t just think about myself but ain’t gonna front
i do think about myself first.” government bodies and religion
digesting your life force with swift saharan strikes
still, what if i told you god o’mighty himself was the world’s
biggest parasite? marked the residents with cherished
relevance, said, “tell it in your genes, my son”
it’s all inherited intelligence. sh-t, you know i’ma be rich
all the racists, the s-d-sts, and the atheists. f-ck it
i might as well be president, send the mogwai
through saigon from the last mayan, retire unborn
to the fire, my right arm extends, strike thou down
like an iron python—hung it at the next facility
to dry. become or face your political liability
through crooks’ inability to lie. the hours we heard
the bees, the trees, the flowers, the birds that said
“blessed be the god of men that control the planet through the
power of words.” she said, “say it again.” i said
“blessed be the god of men that control the planet through the
power of words”

[hook: meccagodzilla] (x2)
can’t
take it no more, spaz gamma, radiate raw
in my veins war, the golden act smash doors, hip hop
for the cause. for all that’s not on the black ball, gotta stay
sick with this. trojan war when i call

[verse 2: meccagodzilla]
ark of
covenant destroyed by raiders of rouge laws, slaves
to the trade like house n-gg-s afraid to move on. hip hop’s
the antichrist praising the lord, some situations
iverson squared—i feel double-crossed. djs
losing their ways, striving for acceptance and fame, so they
all sort of be known small, some claim the same fame
got a bit of financial upgrade when i make rook moves and take
bad l’s like knights, fighting them p-wn troops. why is
so much time wasted? fools go without like masturbation, ignoring
the proper—face it. got to look all over, no traces
so for any date rapist, the public broadcast of today’s gravi-
-tations, dry pasta, nunca acabada, their search
laws ain’t about how they pop ya, sound of tossed ammo on
the floor, they about to mop ya. janitor ‘cause we’re clean
and want to remain employed, so we marvel at the
destruction as our missiles deployed—run!

[hook: meccagodzilla] (x2)
can’t
take it no more, spaz gamma, radiate raw
in my veins war, the golden act smash doors, hip hop
for the cause. for all that’s not on the black ball, gotta stay
sick with this. trojan war when i call

[verse 3: meccagodzilla]
explosive inside like a trojan surprise, i got
hot lines, simmer the h-ll spiders ready to dinner
can’t even imagine what you’re facing. my man cormega was patient
onto divine sh-t now for the crab who’s shaking
in lucifer’s pit for the b-tch in y’all that evading me. the coppers moving
me like a pile of sanitation. got no choice
but to look for fresh sh-t when raised like pork and beans
every day—the thoughts of a monsta

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