Run the Sphere

Lyrics

Monsta Island Czars (ft. Kong, Rodan, Megalon, King Cesar, Kamackeris, King Geedorah, and Jet Jaguar) - "Run the Sphere (Original)" [Emcee(s): Kong, Rodan, Megalon, King Cesar, Kamackeris, King Geedorah, and Jet Jaguar] [Producer(s): Mr. Greedy and Grazzhoppa] [Sample (Melody): Argent - "Dance In the Smoke"] [Verse 1: Kong] We got The Glocks cocked, niggas stuck slow, fuck slow. Smack The shit out 'em, should have called Brickface and Stucco "Uh oh!" like Maaco, some nickel pesos in the NY Adore West, they fly flows and ask, "Kong, can I?" Slash precise, I roll with Spice, caught a life, head To Houston without Whitney—you could even ask the preacher's wife Blao, back 'em up. Fuck the grammar—that's word to kill I dropped Evander 'cause he's standing on my Holyfields Slash M-E-L, yo, K slash M-E 'Cause emcees often envy the vocal style ten-deep One two, mic check. Next one step up Speedy K slashed, your fucking Heinz couldn't Ketchup [Verse 2: Rodan] The world's indictment of my Mathematics made me a control freak—witness the foulest shit And accurate calculus in every word I speak, geometric Motion's in every action I see. You got a mean streak? You ass Like butt cheeks up shit's creak, make your future bleak Life on drunken binges. Wild maverick on the outskirts of Society fringes, hanging onto the door of sanity by the hinges Interdimension transmission transitions Charge the heartless a dollar-and-a-half, buck fifty—that's a facial cir- -cumcision. Rest in peace, Big L, Big Pun, Biggie Smalls Freaky Tah, and 2Pac. Allah blessed David Force Family Haze, Tigger, Tony Mone, and DJ Subroc Y'all snitching cow motherfuckers, suck a fat cock [Verse 3: Megalon] Streetlights With cameras, I'll walk the beat like Beast that can't stand us. Hand- -to-hand gram-handlers, scanners and scramblers, street-life Gamblers, Tommy Mantana—word to nana—banana clips going Bananas in the land of guzzle, bust holes in bandanas, snub-nosed Blood on my clothes, cancer, lap dances, Black Panthers, three dot branding us, street fights With hammers, black and Spanish Zlatans and blacks with bad Manners and bandages dance to this, bust hoes and mark The cannons [Verse 4: King Cesar] I spit fast like whiplash when I dip class My shit last like good stash, type of hype make your whip crash Sniff coke and smoke grass, suck-dick and kiss-ass Break glass and breakdance, break law and take chance. Yo, yo Y-y-yo, exit, go to the next shit. It's real I'll saw you into pieces like Richie Aprile I'll shit on you just like my fucking Loud deal Introducing King Cesar with that dogface grill Fifty meters tall, thirty-thousand tons Representing full-circle for my Monsta Island duns [Verse 5: Kamackeris] We're some underground brothers on a bubble. What you want? Trouble? Have you underneath in the rubble, yo I'll drug you with these nicks, dime bags And eight-balls. No mistake, y'all, we break y'all All it is is a phone call—we'll be right There, shorty in the back know this thing ain't Fair, but we don't care. Somebody should have Let you know: we show love and, sometimes, yo We let it go. It be harder than death row While y'all niggas rhyming so-so, we cop divine Dough [Verse 6: King Geedorah] It's the one King Geedorah The three who closed the deal for eleven million lira She looked like Vera brother, she had the fatty but An ugly motherfucker who stay up in the mirror forever It's all clever. Whatever floats your rowboat Specialist in our ears, no stroke, the hoes vote Bald-headed coochies to the hoochies with the titties that Fall flat, people looking pretty and all that [Verse 7: Jet Jaguar] Quake Beats like Earth with profanity and sanity Musical exorcism haunting tracks like it's Amity Niggas we're burning, intentions affirming As the beat rocks and we plot on competition Mic's a MAC-11, add the vocal ammunition, ass- -whipping's are dished to those who feel better Get 'em, we cock the mic back and then we wet 'em Brain-burner microwave thoughts like it's Swanson Fast learner accumulate units until it's platinum Defeat us? Come on, nigga, that shit ain't happening Fuck the rapping shit. Avoid me 'Cause when I'm paranoid, motherfucker, I be capping shit I'm mapping out shit, my man, plans to become Millionaires before we disappear from this atmosphere