Rodan - War In Heaven, Pt. I lyrics

[Verse 1] Ayo, we don't speak the same language so you might need a translator for this cousin Sling syllables by the dozen Slick literary metaphor for popping slugs Pushing and copping d** and One dimensional frame of reference make you think it wasn't Next time try and consider the entire context before trying to make a judgement Mutual shame of your guilt complex, look in your face and see you jealous Bet you wish these filthy crackers will put us back in chains and try to sell us Bet you wish a mythological Prince of Darkness show up hallucinatory in contrast, put us on a bound to hell bus an*logies pertinent to these commercial industry shenanigans But I piss on your empire Heart turning black, no turning back like Anakin It's Rodan again, here to stab a squelt with this rap sh** Peep the name, peep the strategy It's anti-gravity lifting you up with empty gat clips Dedicated to false images on television f*ggot Klansmen never charged with terrorism Innocent black man convicted and fills up the prisons My only religion is self-preservation and anti-establishmentarianism Settle it with gats with fists Hand palm mascots, 8 bombs clap to this Post-nuclear activist 10% take the a** whipping like a world cla** masochist Just 'cos I was an underground rapper you thought I was a backpacking pacifist? Put extraneous pressure on the joints to increase the stress of the muscle Keep it subtle with the bare knuckle Know nuttin' sweet lasts forever so every week we get a different hustle Dipped head to toe in kevlar like it was Nike Create culture to conquer the collective consciousness American psyche Mappin' plans for steady sailin' One transaction your word already failin' Support the group or rock the solos like Eddie Van Halen Or better yet Coltrane and John taking high steps What's your science, clown, that's a strong man in your circus, I'm gonna shoot him in the biceps Smack the gargoyle, jack him for his steroids Annoyed, leave him destroyed, null and void I write rhymes like scripture, you write rhymes like f**ing tabloids [Verse 2] Been everywhere and back and these fools are still steady doubtin' Never realise a faith the size of a mustard seed can move the heaviest of mountains Jewels on countin', but never cast pearls to swine f*ggot Evil De-vines and prostitutes in blue suits 10th century from now still burnin' down the booth Say give it to me straight because unlike Tom Cruise I can handle the truth A few good men on the verge of a third murder Deride tracks and rock beats We be the Ivy League calibre intellectuals that be lovin' the streets Where the rare flare missiles crack on the middle of the Little Apple Snatched up so much ice make n***as want to jump up and land in triple axle We never landed on Plymouth Rock so f** where the pilgrims settle Point of impact keep you intoxicated from the smell of freshly oiled gunmetal Soldiers a**emblin', cowards are tremblin' Rememberin', abolishin' bullsh** like Oswaldo Guayasamín Considerin' so accustomed to running on hundred percent adrenaline Disa**emblin' feeble joints for the sharpness of needle points and stick 'em in a rap show critic Still stackin' crack blow digits sh** ain't just a** shaking and entertainment It's tantamount to rocket science, as intricate as astrophysics Infinite and Afro-centric