F.E.D.’s (Faggot Evil De-vines)

Lyrics

Rodan - "F.E.D.'s (Faggot Evil De-vines)" [Emcee(s): Rodan] [Producer(s): X-Ray Da Mindbenda] [Intro: Samples] [Sample from Season 1 Episode 7 of The Twilight Zone (1959-1964) - "The Lonely"] "I don't want any gifts. I don't want tidbits. It makes me feel like an animal in a cage with an old lady out there who wants to throw peanuts at me" - James A. Corry [Sample] "Why are you doing this? Why? Why are you dropping in here?" [Sample from Method Man on The Notorious B.I.G. ft. Method Man - "The What"] "Got me mad enough to touch something. Yo, I'm from Monsta" "Island, and ain't afraid to bust something" [Verse: Rodan] Son We're used to doing break-of-dawn on stints, paying crack corner rents Heavy links, iced-out ornaments, nothing major Nickel and dime, just enough to stay flavor, loved His mom and his seed enough to trade the role of player. Real dude Thought he had a soldier squad, his heart was boulder-hard Plus his physical was an older God, but The clique he rolled with never held true, what the few taught Got the crew caught when son smoked this faggot like a Newport Investigation, so-called thorough niggas, tons of blazing, amazing Part-time thugs were like bugs beneath the boots of Satan Got knocked, sheriff stopped him up on Grand and Clinton Pussy cyphers where you beasts patrol, streets you be hitting, law Enforcement skating, son in the back, holding his head Urban jungle born and bred, boobytrapped up in the Feds, swept up Betrayed trust, a young buck misled, now he Trade his Lunchables for government pearl cans, a warm Blanket, shirt and pants are tan and khakis, bullshit at Pataki. First one he got to know, this cat, his name was Blacky Blacky was good peace but a junkie, this fronting bastard Was a bunkie, pigs utilized black hairs—it's flunky Observing son do knowledge to the establishment, rhythm Of prison policy, movements of each divisible inhabitant Routine surrounded, special housing stay flooded, north door I'm on the rear, across the way, south fully blunted, your man Found his A-Alike caught in snitch crossfire, rats tossed The plot like a forest plus found him full of priors Cremated face in light, yet instill fear in no man Barrels long in the heart, busting off his swords like Conan So the sly bastard, while aiming but coming with power, fucking Coward mixed, slashed temple of the man while he showered, God Fell, held it down, stood his ground butt-naked Crab left him leaking, that all-righteous blood is sacred, the same Rat that's all relaxing, laughing with the captain Chatting like that's his man, kicking raps and snapping So you know what's gonna happen. Son, there's gonna be a clapping Send this faggot there away, bloody blessed straight to the chaplain On the hush and humble 'cause he's a battle-wise cat Sit back, scrutinized warriors metabolize that Analyze jail legends, celebrated pioneers Through the years, all-time death-selling crack careers, original Jiggy strictly fly, def, or sporting before he snorting Documented Trailblazer—niggas call him Portland. Major dough Hit the slow, so learn a lesson? Too embarrassed No record lasts forever—just go and ask Roger Maris Disciples throw it up through the set, calling 'round, Javier Losing it like Michael Douglas in Falling Down, copping out The 40 and 20 to a new lifetime, yeah You might find Javier way outside his right mind Disconnected lifeline. Seen him when the sinker hit him, was off The hook, then he hung it up on the sprinkler system, found Forming on that nigga like a tumor, revenge like Monte- -zuma, ate his food on a Friday five minutes before Jumu'ah Jihad, God, razor spit split the snitch, quarter instinct Icepick got the faggot flowing like a bitch Through her menses. Beware your acts—the walls got senses. See here Touch and tell before the blood fluid condenses, son Scheming on that dude that was snitching from his block at the trial Caught him in the kitchen, crept up on him and ripped him. Loose lips Drops, slips, anonymous tips, life of platinum Chains and whips, got niggas doing bids in modern-day Slave ships, marking days up off the calendar Asphalt 3 is pushing a 2000 Space Challenger Science all along, day one, since arraigning me, Diaz Bluffing with nothing but temporary criminal detainment No evidence of son, plus a murderous acquitment of witnesses The conspiracy oversees drug shipments. Come with it Lieutenant. Your case was never blueprinted—admit it Since the date, no indictment, son still get acquitted—dismiss it Fouling on the "F", so suck dick when you busting me Read a kite from down, flow, reach, released from beast custody. Peace I know you landed on your feet, soiled blood to concrete streets Beyond prison walls, the nest of gods and me stay deep Knowledge and fire make the sky big-chested, but wise Winds keep the Earth thick-breasted, Allah respected [Outro: Sample from Method Man on The Notorious B.I.G. ft. Method Man - "The What"] "Got me mad enough to touch something. Yo, I'm from Monsta" "Island, and ain't afraid to bust something" "Got me mad enough to touch something. Yo, I'm from Monsta" "Island, and ain't afraid to bust something" "Got me mad enough to touch something. Yo, I'm from Monsta" "Island, and ain't afraid to bust something" "Got me mad enough to touch something. Yo, I'm from Monsta" "Island, and ain't afraid to bust something" "Yo, I'm from Monsta" "Island, and ain't afraid to bust something" "Yo, I'm from Monsta" "Island, and ain't afraid to bust something" "Got me mad enough to touch something. Yo, I'm from Monsta" "Island, and ain't afraid to bust something" "Island, and ain't afraid to bust something"