Make It Squash (Got A Roc)

Monsta Island Czars (ft. Kong, Megalon, King Cesar, and Rodan) - “Make It Squash (Got A Roc)”
[Emcee(s): Kong, Megalon, King Cesar, and Rodan]
[Producer(s): King Geedorah (Original Instrumental from Metal Fingers - “Red #40”)]
[Sample (Melody): Cerone - “Rocket in the Pocket (Live)”]

[Hook: Megalon]
Monsta Island Czars, eight bars leave scrapes and scars
Peace, Underground. We’re taking charge (Taking charge!), that
Industry beef, god. My ape squad
Entourage, we make it squash (Squash!)

[Verse 1: Kong]
Who
The fuck want the drama? KamiKong on my truck, bombing
Thick and real inside the varmin, keep it thick like it’s
Your mama, conquer anaconda, sloppy mouth with knocker
Twist-tops vodka, the oral monstra. Corny
Niggas call me Slash Orville Redenbacher. Fuck you up
Went to my slaughterhouse? You ought to bounce, get quarter ounce
Of blood smacked at your daughter. My fast I’ma take, forward accounts
To uno, slam shit judo, sumo style
You motherfucker, you know Bruno punch through this pine box
Watch the guns blow at Cool Joe. Yo, stepping
With the rocket, the hot silk, the top tilt, fresh
Bottom cleaved, showing you what’s up, ma—you got milk
Thugs and bitches, bottles be shared, slugs and biscuits
Shorty turn into Hollywood Square. You know
The hugs and kisses smackless. The intellectual dyslexic
Sex and breakfast, breakfast in a Texas license
Plate, Lexus exit reckless—check this

[Verse 2: Megalon]
Tom
Revolver, crime-solver, my mind’s darker, brine’s darker than Sun
Behind a 409-9-9 dime-sparker, using
My mind, rewind, the author, rhyme-resolver, crime-solver
Time for God to find a marker or the chalk for
Dotted-line, I’m-out-of-my-mind, out-of-line torture
Read the Torah, bottom line: pop the cork
What? That’s not how I rhyme. I’ll force ya to walking
Toward the board above the water—for what?
I wouldn’t walk on or cross up, but I’ll double-cross ya. Of course you’re
Coughing up in a coffin, causing yup
To ante up often. I made my way out of abortions
As y’all listen while I’m missing, my
Mission is to bring y’all closer to God while y’all dissing
C-C-Christians, God’s wishing you’re keeping it real with yourselves
‘Cause right before your eyes is him in prison, stripping men

[Verse 3: King Cesar]
Ayyo, I got a rocking chair, I gotta rock it
But I ain’t got no fuel and ain’t no money in my pocket
Just to get uptown, I had to hop it. Just to get
Intense and pull this pistol out my pocket, and I popped it
Just about an ounce up in my pocket—I’ma chop it
When all the fiends cop it, pull my dick from out the socket
Find my little spot then I’ma lock it, pull back
The hammer, then I’ll cock it while I’m puffing on the chocolate

[Verse 4: Rodan]
Ayyo
We represent the seeds of discontent, messianic millionaires
Started off with a dollar, saved half, invested three bricks with fifty
Cent, move over the horizon, the ballers stack just vertical
Perils of a new promised land, watch the whole marketplace fall
And crumble like the Wall in Jericho. Jurassic sparks
Starting in Eden’s Garden—that’s the God in me—beg your pardon
Bridge the generation gap from Carson Daly to Johnny Carson
On the run from the Feds and the county, fifty-thousand-dollar
Bounty, shot the sheriff and the Mountie. As if it’s solar
Qualities, make the whole world revolve around me. Towers are
Sweeter than guava, so Ro’ stay blowing heat like lava, yo
Black African shaman stay rain-dancing like a Navajo

[Hook: Megalon] (x2)
Monsta Island Czars, eight bars leave scrapes and scars
Peace, Underground. We’re taking charge (Taking charge!), that
Industry beef, god. My ape squad
Entourage, we make it squash (Squash!)