War In Heaven Pt. II

Lyrics

Rodan - "War In Heaven Pt. II" [Emcee(s): Rodan] [Producer(s): RAVAGE] [Verse: Rodan] Reside in the bloom of the Sun under gloom of dark nights, subterraneous Far beneath the shines of park lights. From vacant lots We pack Glocks, niggas with ninja helmets and parked bikes Undertake this thought and tasked to spark mics. Like Noah Raise a proper nation from the population, brave the storm Fly ships and then build archetypes, murder one In digital format, homicidal cyber sights Elevation well beyond your average pop, commercial dick-rider likes This rap squad is radioactivating like Peter Parker And spider bites, unconventional motion like chess knights Cross the path of the gods, get blessed right Rotate you for a test flight over the crescent. You couldn't phase Son through Allah on your best night. Contemplating the wrong move I guess you must have guessed right. I'm the star of the hardest show You just a street transvestite. We'll smack that fag Get the rights for the village voice. Y'all duplicitous, hypocritic bigots Hear me? Don't you know a black man was the first one to solve The first equation for the Grand Unified Theory? Calling the cops Pity Twelve Monkeys 'cause y'all raps are verbal diarrhea Cut out the middleman—fuck your jeweler—imported Straight from the diamond mines in Tanzania, B felonies Monstas in the street taking y'all to war like lions and Hyenas, artillery activists, firearms Immaculate. How many niggas wanna be white? Better yet, how many Crackers wish they was black and shit? God ain't racist—it's just Historically accurate, actual, factual degree Interpolation of the lexicons just to attack you with The New York Paul Robeson pack a nickel-plated thesaurus Northern regions, flying over a brontosaurus, rep the hood Lower East, and don't forget where the Twin Towers stood for tomorrow Blowing up Philip Morris. Watch every word You regurgitate step-by-step when you're rehearsing tape No time, ill burst of fate. Play the victim, we're here to serve The plate. Spread my wings, make every corner of the hyperspheres Reverberate. Back in the beginning of the new millennium When Venus Williams won back-to-back Wimbledons, see the Czars Descended from the stars, symbolisms swinging like A pendulum on top of the New Jerusalem, straight-up Generals in the Kremlin