Witchcraft II

Rodan - “Witchcraft II”
[Emcee(s): Rodan]
[Producer(s): Team Shadetek (Soze sht & Zach Zizmore)]

[Verse 1: Rodan]
Homicide, don’t even come outside, got these ass-backwards asthmatics waiting to exhale
Shots ringing through your ear, ricochet off the fiber optic, hip hop drop in Nextel
Shaking up forty-one faggot-ass cops in the next jail, advertised
In small print, magnified and spotted in the text mail in red. Fugazi records
Won, and the sword of Trojan fairies are babbling, grand prize a round trip up
To Camelot Hills, grazing with the rest of the sheep, chilling on the prayers with the cattle, and
By the time the thumb hit the fan, these scary-ass Beetles started tattling. These crackers ain’t
Related to George Harrison, so we keep them Yellow-back Submarine canaries straggling
Made the victim of deception’s death admit she was a hoe, but said she was a good hoe
Like Mary Magdalene, said she live on the other side of the lake, where they burn politicians
At the stake and have public executions of polices, where they live in freedom
To teach forbidden arts of wild witches from Eastwick and Haitian voodoo high priestesses
Autopsy report, do a tap dance on your corpse like accountants crunching numbers
On the corners, stay craving the potion, saying: don’t do it for the crime, do it
For the peace of mind, don’t become a slave to your emotions. Rock with Sade
Making a smooth operation like all-day shaving lotion, brave in devotion
When you hear the ebbs of my flow, motherfucker, every time you row, it’s just another ninety-three
Million waves in the ocean

[Hook: Rodan]
Bless new recruits, Timb boots, witchcraft, curse you
With eyes of rust, tongues of newt, politick with warlocks, the ones that shoot. We got
Federal reserves to loot. Most of their points is moot, we don’t give a flying fuck
Or outlaw hoot. If it’s your birthday, still get hurt in the worst way

[Verse 2: Rodan]
Ancient faces across the ages
Like a combination of Miles and Larry Davis, taking aim at your screen name in a more
Honorable and civilized time, head of the Jedi Council, master of Windu, sworn protectors
Of the green flame, a thousand years of prosperity, toast it, promote accelerated growth
Life of love when the time on Monsta Island in the heat of summer, but hope and pray that we
Live to see plenty more of both. Well, ain’t it tragic when this faggot, fake-ass, wannabe
Joke media maggot’s logic loses to this brand-new, imperial Monsta magic?
Just food for thought next time you’re considering entering the contest before I piss on
Your face to mark the territories of the conquest. Become the witness of the ultimate challenge
Of cerebral and physical fitness. You small-hearted, Bill O’Reilly roaches beneath my notice
Giving weak cardiacs testing like litmus

[Hook: Rodan]
Bless new recruits, Timb boots, witchcraft, curse you
With eyes of rust, tongues of newt, politick with warlocks, the ones that shoot. We got
Federal reserves to loot. Most of their points is moot, we don’t give a flying fuck
Or outlaw hoot. If it’s your birthday, still get hurt in the worst way