B.O.M.Z. (Back On My Zenith)

[Hook: Samples]
“Better than before as if that was possible” - Sample from MC Lyte - “Cha Cha Cha”
“My competition?  You’ll find them in the..” - Sample from MC Lyte - “Cha Cha Cha”
“Better than before as if that was possible” - Sample from MC Lyte - “Cha Cha Cha”
“My competition? You’ll find them in the hospital” - Sample from MC Lyte - “Cha Cha Cha”

[Verse 1: Rodan]
Uh! It’s like
“Blah, blah, blah! Habla, habla
No speaky the English.” If you ain’t got that new Rodan
Your life is meaningless. Wired cheddar stocks
Fire better Beretta shots across entire mega blocks
Rolling with tanks on the back of a triceratops
Break fast, scar communities from the first of the gods’
Beginnings, said, “Never neglect the opportunity to increase
Your odds of winnings.” Clean earth become more rare
More fresh vibes and poor air fuel for warfare
Like oil and water, the rawest pair, the crack genius
The black Venus, ho-hummer, another slow summer
Flow-stunner, one-hit wonder, rolling thunder
Ro’ the notorious gun-runner, do the math, know the numbers
No slumber like Joe the Plumber. Overnight
Celebrity, now I’m smooth Sahara-sailing, keep politicking
Bitches down on the job like Lewinsky and Sarah Palin
Keep smoking that sour by the hour so my
Superpowers can keep prevailing. How that all-beef
Salami taste? Seen you backpacking back to your mommy’s place
Welcome to the webpage—it’s called the Rodan Tsunami Space
Even though we got Bloomberg, still take time out
Take a hot shit on Giuliani’s face

[Hook: Samples] (x2)
“Better than before as if that was possible” - Sample from MC Lyte - “Cha Cha Cha”
“My competition? You’ll find them in the hospital” - Sample from MC Lyte - “Cha Cha Cha”

[Verse 2: Rodan]
Got me waiting again, my patience is thin, it’s overkill
Became a Monsta like Cloverfield, veins cold as steel
Ro’ soul for real, hold the Square like Andrew Dice
Swear my hands are way too nice, rubber band wrapped around
Fifty gram, wrist litted, blue ice, too nice, fly
A heathen high off prescription for twenty-two flights
Or like twelve vixens selling kittens in Hell’s Kitchen
Depression Era lyrics, blame it all on the Jews like Mel Gibson
Your desires are worthless. Obviously, I incarnated
To Earth for a higher purpose, to provide the fire
And service to divide you crabs across the face of the entire
Surface, to rewind the nervous system of a matrix that gave
Birth to famine, lies, and thirsty curses. It’s a dirty job
But I do it so motherfucking perfect. Red and the white
The blue and gray. Dawn of the Dead, welcome to the new day. It’s like
Catching a wet bouquet ‘til death do you apart. Cross the plane
Touché. Lightsaber, Obi Wan Kenobi with the Force
Of thought, you can’t carry my hammers like Loki
Old parameters so lowkey, strangle you with the grammar
Now you just ate one/81 like Kobe. Motherfucker, I’ll put the
Stun gun in your mouth, numb your motherfucking tongue out
Electrify the air ‘til your lying lungs run out. Got you feeling
That rusty knife taste, and, after that, bust a nut on your wifey’s
Face, leave your guts right here but send your life to that
Other place. Spirits from a rook’s position watching pawns
Making progress. Ain’t nothing you can ever do to stop my
Decision-making process. Ain’t nothing new about the soda-baking
Process, skating on top of Loch Ness, Monsta
Rockfest, shorty topless, like to rock her panties crotch-less
C-Cypher pussies in the streets? Pop shots
‘Til the blocks is cop-less

[Hook: Samples] (x2)
“Better than before as if that was possible” - Sample from MC Lyte - “Cha Cha Cha”
“My competition? You’ll find them in the hospital” - Sample from MC Lyte - “Cha Cha Cha”