Trojan Warfare (AKA Beast Wars)

MeccaGodZilla ft. Rodan - “Trojan Warfare (AKA Beast Wars)”
[Emcee(s): Rodan and MeccaGodZilla]
[Producer(s): MeccaGodZilla]

[Verse 1: Rodan]
Master of all known elements, mainly elevation, striving
Towards awareness, self-liberation, and new development
Birdman of Alcatraz escaping this Island, Monsta
Renegade, original criminal inmate running the asylums
Pigs in a blanket cooking up like ham hocks. Feeling lucky
Smoking shamrock. Cosigning that wack shit?
Faggots, straight-up Johnny Hancock. Reincarnated
Buddha conquering Lion of Judah, laying under tropical
Breeze, visiting isosceles triangles in Bermuda
Atlantic division, coast-to-coast trips, bloody love letters
“Poizon Windz,” you fucking cowards—go read it in the post-script
Battle of the industry, leave these corporate pirates abandoned
Stranded on a ghost ship. Heard your crew ride the most
Tips throughout the whole republic. Pledged defiance to the flag
The bloody slave still crying out for justice. I’m like
Triple-A: African Asiatic Aztec plus airborne
All-academy—fuck it, I guess that makes him a sextuplet
Leave Billy Bob crawling, riding a Comet like there was
Halley with these Monstas balling. Keep telling these sweet
Thirsty-ass critics to keep licking my chocolate, salty
Spaldings. A sexist from Texas upset with classes
Don’t like the caste system, make the wealth work, said
“I don’t just think about myself but ain’t gonna front
I do think about myself first.” Government bodies and religion
Digesting your life force with swift Saharan strikes. Still
What if I told you God O’mighty himself was the world’s
Biggest parasite? Marked the residents with cherished
Relevance, said, “Tell it in your genes, my son.” It’s all
Inherited intelligence. Shit, you know I’ma be rich
I’m a racist, a sadist, and an atheist—fuck it
I might as well be president, send the Mogwai
Through Saigon from the last Mayan, retire unborn
To the fire, my right arm extends to strike his ass down
Like an iron python—hung it at the next facility
To dry, so come and face your political liability
Through crooks’ inabilities to lie. The hours we heard
The bees, the trees, the flowers, the birds that said
“Blessed be the God of men that control the planet through the
Power of words.” She said, “Say it again.” I said
“Blessed be the God of men that control the planet through the
Power of words”

[Hook: MeccaGodZilla] (x2)
Can’t
Take it no more, spaz gamma, radiate raw
In my veins war, the golden act smash doors, hip hop
For the cause, for all those not on the black ball, gotta stay
Sick with this. Trojan War when I call

[Verse 2: MeccaGodZilla]
Ark of
Covenant destroyed by Raiders of rules lost, slaves
To the trade like house niggas afraid to move on. Hip hop’s
The antichrist praising the Lord, some situations
Iverson squared—I feel double-crossed. DJs
Losing their ways, striving for acceptance and fame, so they
Alter to be noticed more, some playing the game. Got a
Bit of financial upgrade when I make rook moves and take
Bad L’s like knights, fighting them pawn troops. Why is
So much time wasted? Fools go without like masturbation, ignoring
Improperly. Face it: got to look overloaded with no traces
Still are many date-rapists, the public broadcast of today’s gravi-
-tations, dry pasta, nunca acabada, these jerks
Flossing about how they pop ya. Sound of tossed ammo on
The floor, nigga, ‘bout to mop ya. Janitor ‘cause we’re clean
And want to remain employed, so we marvel at the
Destruction as our missiles deployed—run!

[Hook: MeccaGodZilla] (x2)
Can’t
Take it no more, spaz gamma, radiate raw
In my veins war, the golden act smash doors, hip hop
For the cause, for all those not on the black ball, gotta stay
Sick with this. Trojan War when I call

[Verse 3: MeccaGodZilla]
Explosive inside like a Trojan surprise, I got
Hot lines similar to hell spiders ready to dine
Can’t even imagine what you’re facing. My man Megalon was pacing
On some divine shit now for the crab who’s shaking in Lucifer’s pit
From the list of y’all that evade from me. The coppers moving
Me like a pile of sanitation. Got no choice
But to look for fresh air yonder. It rains like pork and beans
Every day, the thoughts of a Monsta