B.O.M.Z. (Back On My Zenith)

Lyrics

[Hook: Samples] "Better than before as if that was possible" - Sample from MC Lyte - "Cha Cha Cha" "My competition?  You'll find them in the.." - Sample from MC Lyte - "Cha Cha Cha" "Better than before as if that was possible" - Sample from MC Lyte - "Cha Cha Cha" "My competition? You'll find them in the hospital" - Sample from MC Lyte - "Cha Cha Cha" [Verse 1: Rodan] Uh! It's like "Blah, blah, blah! Habla, habla No speaky the English." If you ain't got that new Rodan Your life is meaningless. Wired cheddar stocks Fire better Beretta shots across entire mega blocks Rolling with tanks on the back of a triceratops Break fast, scar communities from the first of the gods' Beginnings, said, "Never neglect the opportunity to increase Your odds of winnings." Clean earth become more rare More fresh vibes and poor air fuel for warfare Like oil and water, the rawest pair, the crack genius The black Venus, ho-hummer, another slow summer Flow-stunner, one-hit wonder, rolling thunder Ro' the notorious gun-runner, do the math, know the numbers No slumber like Joe the Plumber. Overnight Celebrity, now I'm smooth Sahara-sailing, keep politicking Bitches down on the job like Lewinsky and Sarah Palin Keep smoking that sour by the hour so my Superpowers can keep prevailing. How that all-beef Salami taste? Seen you backpacking back to your mommy's place Welcome to the webpage—it's called the Rodan Tsunami Space Even though we got Bloomberg, still take time out Take a hot shit on Giuliani's face [Hook: Samples] (x2) "Better than before as if that was possible" - Sample from MC Lyte - "Cha Cha Cha" "My competition? You'll find them in the hospital" - Sample from MC Lyte - "Cha Cha Cha" [Verse 2: Rodan] Got me waiting again, my patience is thin, it's overkill Became a Monsta like Cloverfield, veins cold as steel Ro' soul for real, hold the Square like Andrew Dice Swear my hands are way too nice, rubber band wrapped around Fifty gram, wrist litted, blue ice, too nice, fly A heathen high off prescription for twenty-two flights Or like twelve vixens selling kittens in Hell's Kitchen Depression Era lyrics, blame it all on the Jews like Mel Gibson Your desires are worthless. Obviously, I incarnated To Earth for a higher purpose, to provide the fire And service to divide you crabs across the face of the entire Surface, to rewind the nervous system of a matrix that gave Birth to famine, lies, and thirsty curses. It's a dirty job But I do it so motherfucking perfect. Red and the white The blue and gray. Dawn of the Dead, welcome to the new day. It's like Catching a wet bouquet 'til death do you apart. Cross the plane Touché. Lightsaber, Obi Wan Kenobi with the Force Of thought, you can't carry my hammers like Loki Old parameters so lowkey, strangle you with the grammar Now you just ate one/81 like Kobe. Motherfucker, I'll put the Stun gun in your mouth, numb your motherfucking tongue out Electrify the air 'til your lying lungs run out. Got you feeling That rusty knife taste, and, after that, bust a nut on your wifey's Face, leave your guts right here but send your life to that Other place. Spirits from a rook's position watching pawns Making progress. Ain't nothing you can ever do to stop my Decision-making process. Ain't nothing new about the soda-baking Process, skating on top of Loch Ness, Monsta Rockfest, shorty topless, like to rock her panties crotch-less C-Cypher pussies in the streets? Pop shots 'Til the blocks is cop-less [Hook: Samples] (x2) "Better than before as if that was possible" - Sample from MC Lyte - "Cha Cha Cha" "My competition? You'll find them in the hospital" - Sample from MC Lyte - "Cha Cha Cha"