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letra de mineral kingdom - rodan

rodan – “mineral kingdom”
[emcee(s): rodan]
[producer(s): dj ys (aka da muslim brother from germany)]
[sample (multiple elements): ray ellis – “diet of destruction” (1:56, 1:58, 1:08, 4:35, and 4:11)]

[intro: samples]
“a metal-eating monster!”
“someone call the police! call the fire department! call the army!”

[hook: rodan]
when we was
friends, we used to throw our hands at pretense, but now that
we mens, we know swords and shields are the best defense. from new jack
swing to bling-bling with those criminals who bring where the
animals speak to the plants in the mineral kingdom
the sympathetically simple-minded keep those subliminals, bring it
where the animals speak to the plants in the mineral kingdom

[verse: rodan]
ran
from h-ll into heaven, flew from purgatory to paradise, demise
of a dream, rise of machines, pre-destination for
mechanical scumbag who thought the bell curve was right
the mad repetition to bless you with the service right
women behind the scenes screaming, sapiens in sing sing
work the price line in time. the ultimate question is
to murder or preserve life? another charlatan
cursed the burden, spitting in the third-person, biting his tongue
live shiites might find his words disturbing. we get it
squeaky like the early morning birds chirping
departs from his original self, the worrying, nerdy, nervous
type, unbalanced, then swerving to the right, herby
lost his birthright. fork in the road never deterred
without myrrh, undetermined whether or not to keep
the earth bright. paradictories and silent
sacrifices, casualties accumulated through the worst fight
of the first flight like “the raven” nevermore, remained
incredibly flawed, looked to the sky, closing two eyes
and through the mind’s sight, continued to observe the night
wielding dervish mics, burst the pipe on your jersey
turnpike, got b-tches and feds holding their
purses tight. fella, wave a white t-shirt, just a
white sweater. my face with the bl–dy tears, the elements
of the physical body where the truth be, the salt of the earth
69 million years in an alchemical
jacuzzi, evolution saw fit to choose me
the primordial soup being, the essence of the gods’ ambrosia
like the th-rn of lucy. just to keep it gangster
y’all have scruples just like a bunch of blind photographers
y’all stupid-ass mcgroupies ain’t got the f-cking sights
to shoot me. speed, strength, and time to keep ‘em
woozy, probably got brain damage on each side of both
of my temples since a two-thousand-pound uzi
children of blank panthers and white-collar bank-robbers
a bunch of old scholars from rhodes on a rocky road
like your girl’s p-ssy, we keep it sloppy, explode
like nagasaki on your advanced copy’s mold, overstanding
from the hands of the same man that wrote the laws written
in the sands of the mugabe from the lands of the hammurabian
codes. peeping this, yo, i’m known to creep when i flow
sometimes you row where you see. most times, you reap what you sow
some real solid, sound advice: only speak what you know
i’m only taking what i need, but if you f-ck me, best believe
guaranteed i’m keeping your dough, uncover the diamond shrub
buried under the rock of hip hop. hip hop’s struggling
not the first to be called the second coming of the three r’s
writing, rhyming in rhythmatics for all my rhythm addicts
that can’t stop hustling, addicted like a frame-charger
cable-jumper, brain-starter. reigning god remain smarter
borderline insane martyr stressed the f-ck out
locked the f-ck up, ‘bout to knock one of these pig, sh-t-eating
dts the f-ck out like hurricane carter
tip of the iceberg, avalanches, glaciers, and cosmical blizzards
they can’t even fathom. ready to flip like denzel
in john quincy just for the satisfaction of showing these
f-ggots i stay on my motherf-cking grizzly adams
let’s talk about it
[hook: rodan]
when we was
friends, we used to throw our hands at pretense, but now that
we mens, we know swords and shields are the best defense. from new jack
swing to bling-bling with those criminals who bring where the
animals speak to the plants in the mineral kingdom
the sympathetically simple-minded keep those subliminals, bring it
where the animals speak to the plants in the mineral kingdom. now ask
the animal how the vegetable animals that speak to the plants
and minerals consume flesh, metals, and vegetables. when we was
friends, we used to throw our hands at pretense, but now that
we mens, we know swords and shields are the best defense. from new jack
swing to bling-bling with those criminals who bring where the
animals speak to the plants in the mineral kingdom
the sympathetically simple-minded keep those subliminals, bring it
where the animals speak to the plants in the mineral kingdom

- rodan

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