Escape from Monsta Isle

Monsta Island Czars (ft. Rodan, Megalon, Kong, and Spiga) - “Escape From Monsta Isle” [Emcee(s): Rodan, Megalon, Kong, and Spiga] [Producer(s): King Geedorah (Original Instrumental from Metal Fingers - “Bergamot Wild”)] [Sample (Melody): Roy Ayers Ubiquity - “Vibrations”] [Intro: Samples] “Let’s descend to the depths of Monster Island. For the first time in history, the order is given to evacuate New York City” “Don’t panic! Everybody, just keep moving! We’ve got plenty of time, everyone will get out safely! Keep moving, keep moving!” “And through the now-silent canyons of the huge city…” [Verse 1: Rodan] Ayyo Dilapidated graff inscribed on the building, we prefer Gats to textbooks—teachers and principals got stuck up Got an education from hustlers, gunrunners, smack-out artists And real-estate crooks. Spoken broken English Supplement the bling-bling rocks, make your bitch’s G-string pop Shoot meteorites from my slingshot, redefine The aerodynamics of space flight when I play the wing spot It’s like Sugar Ray Robinson smacking Jake LaMotta Verse by verse, shit still couldn’t get hotter, mocha chocolate Yadda, yadda, yadda. Pussy as sweet as Mýa, bitches Still getting nada. Thermonuclear mushroom clouds Sky-squatter, ATO. M.I.C.? It’s like The Monster Island of Doctor Moreau, keep pursuing, conquistador Drug Czar, Super Powers like the former Soviet Union Keep the black toast close to me like it’s supposed to be Fuck around, play Son of Sam, blow your brains all over your brand-new Leather interior upholstery. Glass-jaw actors Prepare for the chin-check. Kong drop a bomb for those insects Cock-feeding wifey while your chickenhead steady hen-pecks Itching for a scratch, track record—check the index Dealing with alcoholism, the constant threat of prison Still maintain balance in relationship to rhythm Bush is the president, but I still voted for Shirley Chisholm [Verse 2: Megalon] The blood of Jesus tampon-style—bleed/believe this. Beast’s hands On the fetus, speeders. Last Supper, fucker Eat this. Preachers dancing sleeveless on the poor But preachless. What kind of greed is this, making G’s Off Jesus? Is he a myth or does he exist? Is he a white man? Is he a black man squeezing a fifth? Ashy lips, fingertips, knees, and hips. You pieces Of shits, how many pieces of green is rich? I’m like Damn, this priest is a snitch, telling the police Who the true Jesus is. Could lead to this: Face to face, fist to feet, feet to fist Don’t eat the fish in the sink they beat their dicks [Interlude: Sample] “How did the monsters escape?” [Verse 3: Kong] Die thugs Die thugs, fly slugs, cry blood, eyes Bloodshot, slug shot, watch the blood drop. When The blood slug shot, play your porch like a step ‘cause I’m a crook Ready to knock this nigga phone off the hook. I will Infect your insects when I inject my index In TECs, Windex your chin-check. Kong love Ghetto hoes, settle those, bare them toes Kink hoes are tight, ride right pero slow Fuck with the Czars? You’d rather play with Devil nose or play with his toes Or eat yellow snow. Fuck around, handle them? No No man can fuck with Kong, Conan, KD, X-Ray, Rodan Megalon smacking niggas with a closed hand Crisp styles let go, someone hears some missiles like Puerto Piss styles and petro, all you hear is Whistles and echoes [Verse 4: Spiga] Never let go, whether or not I’m petro Step to the ring swinging bricks and elbows—better let ‘em know Keeping it going, keeping it moving. People be knowing, still, they Be booing. My shit will keep blowing. See what they’re doing, leaving ‘Em open, keeping ‘em wishing, me reminiscing, fetal Positions, we’re leaving ‘em twitching, seizing the kitchen Real or superstition, odds become even like flatlines—that’s fine Heart of a raptor—when I attack, black, I stack mine Hard like black wine after revision in prison See me and listen about the bloody-red skies that I’ll be kissing Who missing? [Outro: Samples] “The major cities in the world are being destroyed one by one by the monsters” “Couldn’t you foresee this?” “We are not trying to conceal anything from you. The truth of the matter, gentlemen, is that we don’t know what has happened” “Is that true?” “All I can say now is we know nothing, but every one of us feels the very same thing”