No Degrees

Lyrics

[Intro: Rodan] Niggas ain't got no degrees out here. Let me drop it on 'em, something for the filthy masses [Verse 1: Rodan] I-95, three exits outside Baltimore Formulating southbound, 2003 Altima Faulty laws, smoking herbivores sparking kush, symbol- -isms like Moses holding counsel with the burning bush We celebrate and push back wigs like a mush slap For a fact, if you misunderstood that, you shouldn't rap Contaminating cultures like a hepatitis lab rat The rap trap awaken resting gods from a cat nap Unlucky, running amok, we're risky like gambling in Biloxi, Mississippi. Your candle style burning out Quickly like a hippy dropping acid, having bad flashbacks From 1960, third sight fifty-fifty, enlightened Shelter, wander like a gypsy over podiums, birds-eye View of my foundation shining like linoleum You reminding me of a cartoon character on Nickelodeon, verbs Interrupt your flow like bloodstreams with too much sodium. You don't Know me, dun. Behold the only holy golden, son Solar combustion, ninety-three decimeters for every square ton Rodan the rare one, bust caps and shoot the fair one Molest the bassline, verbally sodomize the snare drum Intrinsic academic, advanced intelligence emancipating Jamestown settlements, embezzlement for embetterment 120 almanacs forecast criminal elements unpre- -dicted by weathermen. Former fight-or-flight veteran never Sleeping, always creeping, more DL then David Letterman [Hook: Rodan] Dope shit a lot of niggas ain't got. I think Not, nigga. You ain't hot, you got no degrees Lyric skills the common emcee forgot. I think Not, nigga. You ain't hot, you got no degrees The dope shit a lot of niggas ain't got. I think Not, nigga. You ain't hot, you got no degrees Lyric skills the common emcee forgot. I think Not, nigga. You ain't hot, yo [Verse 2: Rodan] Yo, yo Sustain to maintain and remain on the physical plane like A winged sphinx or platinum links on my command chain Retain a law degree more nutritious then Nutri-Grain, commence To bless this track like Jesus on the commuter train Transduce the brain fluid, forming water to wine, justice from Celsius, penalties frozen at the border line Record a rhyme, we're poured a round, supporting our projects Planetary systems, universal flying objects Fully loaded pockets blow the spot like bottle rockets The seed niggas speaking leave sweet niggas bleeding chakras Spark electric sockets, magnetic catalyst. You not A battle risk. Silent but deadly like the shadow fist You wanna grapple this? Scope the spot from a block away Hideouts in Far Rockaway, smoke some pot and cops today Deadly shotgun spray, blaring, sonic shock ray Born on the dot, Asiatic clock say, "Broker's fee, stop pay" Real live, shorty rise organized militia, lost-found Re-enlister, fatal attract like Amy Fisher. Rodan Talon-kiss ya, dismiss your lonely lovers quarrel tomorrow Seeds built castles on Mt. Kilimanjaro. Days of Sorrow, pack the steel, go to war up north in New York Fly bitches cling on/Klingon like Mr. Worf, four and Fives in my source, conductive heat like hot templates Flavor like blend tapes, deep like jailhouse inmates, slash Codefendant, independent rhyme syndicate, wise Infinite, we style for masses and savage con descendants, and Insignificant mannequins blown out like Tom Flanagan Run with the creatures of the night like Laura Branigan Number Seven news van, is that Rodan again? [Hook: Rodan] Dope shit a lot of niggas ain't got. I think Not, nigga. You ain't hot, you got no degrees Lyric skills the common emcee forgot. I think Not, nigga. You ain't hot, you got no degrees The dope shit a lot of niggas ain't got. I think Not, nigga. You ain't hot, you got no degrees Lyric skills the common emcee forgot. I think Not, nigga. You ain't hot, yo (Aw shit) [Verse 3: Rodan] Stay on Key like harmonicas, the prehistoric chronicler Kosher like Hanukah, wearing niggas out like a yarmulke. You ain't Got no degrees like a broken thermometer, stellar Astronomica, uncommon phenomena, chronometer Monitor, recorded biography, your cornball Video, wack-ass choreography, photograph Slow-mo flash, picture-perfect analyst, handle this More knowledge than a game show panelist, sample this Deposit wack lyrics in a bank of shit Rapping Al Yankovic getting pimped like a stanking bitch Roll like tanks and shit, shoot jewels from a slingshot Air formations spanking with drool, cypher divine play the wing spot [Hook: Rodan] Dope shit a lot of niggas ain't got. I think Not, nigga. You ain't hot, you got no degrees Lyric skills the common emcee forgot. I think Not, nigga. You ain't hot, you got no degrees The dope shit a lot of niggas ain't got. I think Not, nigga. You ain't hot, you got no degrees Lyric skills the common emcee forgot. I think Not, nigga. You ain't hot, yo (Nope)