X-Ray - Sumthin' to Prove lyrics

[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] f** the intro Yo keep crowds hailing me like a taxi Learned that it's more to life Than bustin gats B How the f** you gonna blast You's a laugh like Andy Kaufman Reading from the Great Gatsby relax G Get ga**ed 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 Jon Faddis Atomic air traffic blackin out your stratosphere Off the top of the locker Cleats on the mic, kickin flows, ballin like soccer Slow n***as 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 k**a gorilla or a babbling baboon? Part time wack rhyming no bottom line circus rappin buffoon On some pop sh** 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, You fly like Peter Pan In 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 s** 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 j**el 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 muthaf**as Something they could feel Aviator wristwear elevator textiles Imported Timberlands from Switzerland Scuffing up your reptiles n***as ain't my Sun, Gods treat you like a stepchild Take your booty wack s** 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 n***as 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 f** a 9 to 5 Now all I do is f** 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 f** you a k**a with blatant h*mos**ual 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...]"