Make It Squash (Got A Roc)

Lyrics

Monsta Island Czars (ft. Kong, Megalon, King Cesar, and Rodan) - "Make It Squash (Got A Roc)" [Emcee(s): Kong, Megalon, King Cesar, and Rodan] [Producer(s): King Geedorah (Original Instrumental from Metal Fingers - "Red #40")] [Sample (Melody): Cerone - "Rocket in the Pocket (Live)"] [Hook: Megalon] Monsta Island Czars, eight bars leave scrapes and scars Peace, Underground. We're taking charge (Taking charge!), that Industry beef, god. My ape squad Entourage, we make it squash (Squash!) [Verse 1: Kong] Who The fuck want the drama? KamiKong on my truck, bombing Thick and real inside the varmin, keep it thick like it's Your mama, conquer anaconda, sloppy mouth with knocker Twist-tops vodka, the oral monstra. Corny Niggas call me Slash Orville Redenbacher. Fuck you up Went to my slaughterhouse? You ought to bounce, get quarter ounce Of blood smacked at your daughter. My fast I'ma take, forward accounts To uno, slam shit judo, sumo style You motherfucker, you know Bruno punch through this pine box Watch the guns blow at Cool Joe. Yo, stepping With the rocket, the hot silk, the top tilt, fresh Bottom cleaved, showing you what's up, ma—you got milk Thugs and bitches, bottles be shared, slugs and biscuits Shorty turn into Hollywood Square. You know The hugs and kisses smackless. The intellectual dyslexic Sex and breakfast, breakfast in a Texas license Plate, Lexus exit reckless—check this [Verse 2: Megalon] Tom Revolver, crime-solver, my mind's darker, brine's darker than Sun Behind a 409-9-9 dime-sparker, using My mind, rewind, the author, rhyme-resolver, crime-solver Time for God to find a marker or the chalk for Dotted-line, I'm-out-of-my-mind, out-of-line torture Read the Torah, bottom line: pop the cork What? That's not how I rhyme. I'll force ya to walking Toward the board above the water—for what? I wouldn't walk on or cross up, but I'll double-cross ya. Of course you're Coughing up in a coffin, causing yup To ante up often. I made my way out of abortions As y'all listen while I'm missing, my Mission is to bring y'all closer to God while y'all dissing C-C-Christians, God's wishing you're keeping it real with yourselves 'Cause right before your eyes is him in prison, stripping men [Verse 3: King Cesar] Ayyo, I got a rocking chair, I gotta rock it But I ain't got no fuel and ain't no money in my pocket Just to get uptown, I had to hop it. Just to get Intense and pull this pistol out my pocket, and I popped it Just about an ounce up in my pocket—I'ma chop it When all the fiends cop it, pull my dick from out the socket Find my little spot then I'ma lock it, pull back The hammer, then I'll cock it while I'm puffing on the chocolate [Verse 4: Rodan] Ayyo We represent the seeds of discontent, messianic millionaires Started off with a dollar, saved half, invested three bricks with fifty Cent, move over the horizon, the ballers stack just vertical Perils of a new promised land, watch the whole marketplace fall And crumble like the Wall in Jericho. Jurassic sparks Starting in Eden's Garden—that's the God in me—beg your pardon Bridge the generation gap from Carson Daly to Johnny Carson On the run from the Feds and the county, fifty-thousand-dollar Bounty, shot the sheriff and the Mountie. As if it's solar Qualities, make the whole world revolve around me. Towers are Sweeter than guava, so Ro' stay blowing heat like lava, yo Black African shaman stay rain-dancing like a Navajo [Hook: Megalon] (x2) Monsta Island Czars, eight bars leave scrapes and scars Peace, Underground. We're taking charge (Taking charge!), that Industry beef, god. My ape squad Entourage, we make it squash (Squash!)