Gotham

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[Emcee(s): Rodan] [Producer(s): Al Shux (Original Instrumental from Jay-Z ft. Alicia Keys - "Empire State of Mind")] Yes, sir [Verse: Rodan] Join me on the odyssey seeking out the newest Ideologies. Executives set to chill, torturous Hooks giving 'em a sexual thrill. Songs Is wack, took too long to come back, rhyming Off-beat to the wrong tracks. Frrraggot! You got a Thong on your back. See, I'm wise and I'm humble, and as I rise, I watch whole societies crumble. So much Dough to get, act so inappropriate. Neo flow So sick, separate that ridiculous-looking thing you Call a head from those feeble-ass shoulders, separate The pebble from the boulders. God keep getting stronger As God grow older. Seven-Digit Nation Feeling so real about the whole situation Call 9-1-1, smoke dust from Osama Who here could really trust Obama? I pay no attention to silly Faggot-ass celebrities—it's just a lust for drama Give 'em the knowledge wis' on one, two, one, two. If you was Paying close attention, y'all already know what we came to do Rain where the rose growing, pain flows alone. Faggot Rock you in your face, stab your brain with your nose bone Urban bosses. 9-1-1's a joke Don't get it flossing—I'll smack your motherfucking turban off Arab money, red Irish, or black German, Timbs stay high Kicks that crack your sternum. I paint the picture of reality Of where blacks whose earning and crackers are burning Ultimate outcome's what actual facts will determine Now how many pussy emcees must get pistol-whipped? The force of bloody screams go Ro-Rodiculous Screaming, "Fuck the police!" Peace to all my families Grasshopper just "brrrrraattt!" popped the last cop up Cop too fast? Just "pop," leave him on an exodus Leave him bleeding, in need of an exorcist. Mysteries of Houdini, studied musical theory and acoustic history From Wes Montgomery back to Pat Metheny How pathetic—even though it's only hypothetic Theoretical genetics spark conditions, hearing endowed in the language Inherited in the phonetics. It's the same boat Going through the same doors. I usually aim for the thrrrroat Who knows just what I'm aiming for? Pursuing from escaping Laying low with a spear and cape with a Jacuzzi in the basement Pursuing my fate, consumed to bake, get room to prove No room for debate, cocksucker, I'm the ever-living truth View the hand clutching for a branch after the avalanche Rodan the man that makes at least 45 rules in advance You the king of lies, pretending to be the Lion King You got a blind queen. Now I'm here to serve justice like Supreme Court judge Joe Weinstein: righteous anger Bashing on sanity, strike your faggot ass down like A national calamity. Small, spoken fast or it Must be quick. This bitch snitch, she would crawl over broken glass Just to suck my dick. Where the high-rollers And gun-holders can't bother ya, motherfucker, I'm colder than Antarctica Blaze trees in the Sun, call me the Sol Gardener AKA Plinko, the holy pardon ya Shoot a hole through every part of ya. Sound good? Yeah, that's nice But is it really worth the ultimate sacrifice? Nice on the block, but, in the real world, you suck. Said he Used to box, brag about all the ring girls he used to fuck Cerebral satellite, broadcast network, lethal Battle site, with his beef beat, meat bloody and raw Cracker, pass the ketchup like psycho of apocalypse Cyclops, one eye flying over the skies of Metropolis Pyramids built to conceal secret conspiracies Of spiritual documents. Y'all know Ro so deep With the facts. Think I might be metalsexual the way I sleep with the gats. You faggots is homo, metro Sex in the City, wanna be pretty, wanna work with Diddy Danity Kane, Doll Pussy-ass kitty-cats Insist us to trust y'all pretentious fucks So I keep my defenses up, smoke high-frequency dro So my antennas don't get stuck. High-density flow Since Day One. All I know is how to continue to cultivate My beginner's luck, day-to-day perpetuals Calm eternal winters touch, bitch. Fuck Mick Jagger. With swagger, Mayweather be hot. Y'all already Know I'm bowling for B-Rock. Crackhead, son of a Bush Back up in detox. Rodan synonymous To righteous elevation like Warlocks to D-Block, bitch
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- Rodan