Lyrics M I n Y A - KAMACKERIS, Rodan, Kong

M I n Y A

It’s going
Down this minute, we’re in it to win it, it’s all
Minted.
Ride or die, chrome just glass
Tinted.
It’s like: kill or be killed, ill or get
Illed on.
I’m passing over suckers, leaving firstborns
Stillborn, I drop deeper than an anchor
Holding down a ship with my bitch and my banker
Use the mind-thinker, look out for all my niggas
The ones that was there when I ain’t had no figures, no
Triggers, swinging strictly fistises
I’m balling out like your bum-ass business is
My rhyme flows?
We know those, they don’t—Joes
While niggas stressing logos and popos
We’re beyond those, cool in condos
Travel overseas, Master Ceremonies
Fuck the police.
You live to get cheese
Separate the real from wannabes.
We ain’t
Come this far to hold up.
If you smoke how
I smoke, two bowls are passed on the roll-up
Nigga, grow up or just blow up.
We got it
Locked down and sewn full-blown
So don’t make me wait
Another night ‘cause, tonight, we’re gonna fuck
«All Night Long» like some Mary Jane record
Swig a whole fifth and get that ass butt-naked
You used to diss me.
Now you straight miss me
Caught you «Monica Lewinski,» tipsy off
The whiskey.
What I tell you ‘bout the bourbon?
We puff herb to keep it swerving.
You wanna
Beef?
We could beef.
You wanna
Rock?
We could rock too like the clock do
You’re still young, son, niggas gotta watch you
Yo, we’re back and we got you
Return
To silent page, golden age, connect those rare days.
What’s
That smell?
Oh yeah, that’s your fucking voice stinking up the airwaves
Opium seed, head knocked open, enlightened flight poking Monsta
The constellation sky portraits got you horoscoping
Deaf, dumb, and mindless, triple-stage criminal life blind and rip
Your vertebrae—oh silly me, I forgot you’re fucking spineless
Deep space stun phaser, new frontier gunblazer
Got a dream, shoot at your local KKK fundraiser
Real live, this survivor bringing every conniver pain, get paid
To spit on the mic, let the rich jewels of my saliva rain
Quarter million two hundred fifty thousand reptilians
Kingmatic chronograph, you plastic citizen—at ease, civilian
Heaven’s Gate resident, H2O pedestrian
Seven hundred seventy seven times more hard than your average rapper thespian
Understand my wingspan or crawl from a blood brawl
Be the worst act of terrorism ever committed on United States soil
Fuck Superman, Rodan the true Kryptonian
Reclaim my stolen cape and crown, lost-and-found amidst the Smithsonian
Frequent flyer got fire for the entire Empire State
Now why Babylonia?
We graft your rap melon
In flesh with no skeleton, Planet Earth sunk.
After
World War III, find me underground, fucking your bitch in my secret
Bunker
Crack the 40 ounce, catch a buzz from my cypher
Ill type of fighter, strike a joint like a lighter
I’m hyper than a flick, for the boom, get them thick, and that
Pussy’s as sweet as cookies and I bet you’ll bite a chip
The hunchback of Notre, Dame Super Soaker holder
Over-the-shoulder, cross-back leather holster
Nickel toaster forces, the ghosts I bring sure stay
All day.
K-Slash aka Keyser Soze
Monster Isle fool’s play, tool play, punk Al left
To LA, nigga’s name was Cool J—touché.
My
Recital’s homicidal, retreat has become liable, cypher
While we’re drinking Cask & Cream.
Easy G’s, son
I’m on
Nostrand, posting no sense, not sinning.
Niggas rocking
Linen and popping them chains, I’m beginning, hop in the reigns
Popping ten in your brains, not hitting no one close
To them, he flows again, got the cops wishing
They’d lock ‘em in prison.
Glock in position, I’m counting
And pissing ‘em off, hot gin in my system, let them
Hoes in without a pot to piss in—go get ‘em
You’re brownnosing, we’re coldblooded
Monsta Island style frozen