No Snakes Alive Pt. II

Lyrics

Rodan ft. Shaman - "No Snakes Alive Pt. II" [Emcee(s): Rodan] [Producer(s): X-Ray Da Mindbenda] [Hook/Vocals: Shaman] [Sample (Interpolatation): Carole King - "It's Too Late"] [Intro: Shaman] It's too late It's too late [Hook: Shaman] (x2) It's too late, snake nigga It's too late, but you Really did try to Fake it, but when I Bust you, you died. You tried to Hide and slide, but your Fake bullshit, I can't Take it, no [Verse: Rodan] Ayyo I operate off a different set of principle than yours like the Fin to the Moors Two-faced tricks watching smoke and mirrors, beware of revolving doors Snakeologist camouflaging seasons like summer-green And winter-blue. The gods need you for an interview, and I don't think They're into you, charge the crowds to get the tribunal like any good Ten-Percent sinner do, draped in plush leathers filled with feathers Live up to the measure, the pressure to stay fresher. Had shit More logical than 2Pac and Mr. Spock put together. Black Brown, and beige skin tone, house arrest connected to his shin bone Spike 'em in the endzone, leave 'em spazzing out like Epileptics with Tourette's syndrome, known to bark a lot and blow steam Cold spots getting slow cream, cheerleading the con- -frontation, yelling, "Go team!" Saw his man die, one bullet Through the eye like Moe Greene, Byzantine-cut tuxedo Spotlight's a drug you thought for a placebo. Shooting me I knock down bitch style—peep funk through a solid-gold needle Quoting the latest rap cliché, rambling some "he-say" "She-say," talk gold-burgundy-gray lizard skins on his B-day, or they're snitching through it to his best friend Make you wanna blow 'em like the West wind. Brain on cryogenics, screaming "Sky's the limit," surrounded by loose women and yes-men Pay attention to the prison rule. Listen, fool, here go the missing Jewel: sacrifice your ice today, tomorrow, establish a palace Like in ancient Istanbul, perpetrate and rearrange your border Crooked jeweler with the banging daughter, Jewishberg popped In a bed in Louisburg, wipe your ass with the subpoena, blow your nose With the restraining order. In love with Ecstasy since she was Eighteen, tied to the bedposts like a slave thing Insomniac, crying hypochondriac, queen of the new wave Rave scene—enough said—the conversation's dead. Extortion at The one spot, we get it on at the gun shop. What's the verdict? Eating Spam on sandwich with flicks of Godzilla on your lunchbox Thorough cats catch a rush from flashing cops Blasting blots, slashing rocks, had 'em splashing-hot Do 'em like OJ Simpson, take off a ledge and break 'em back down To laughingstock. Sports facility trilogy, Ali Frasier Southpaw about to catch it in the mouth, pa. Niggas hitting Hard like Earnie Shavers—you know these niggas gotta earn Fuck those bridges—let 'em burn. Uncle a kung-fu legend from Roosevelt Back in the day, used to fuck up Howard Stern. Under Searchlights, losing blood by the pints, Gotti hole-y/holy like A church night, toss the minds in a leap year, February 29th Date of a snake nigga—now that little pimp's dead Buried in Greenville Cemetery, quarter-mile straight out of Hempstead Snake motherfucker!