Witchcraft Remix

X-Ray Da Mindbenda ft. Monsta Island Czars (ft. Rodan, Megalon, Kong, Kamackeris, Spiga, and King Cesar) - “Witchcraft Remix”
[Emcee(s): Rodan, Megalon, Kong, Kamackeris, Spiga, and King Cesar]
[Producer(s): X-Ray Da Mindbenda]

[Verse 1: Rodan]
Ayyo
Collapse, find my voice with drums, string, wind, and brass
This industry got you gassed like: the only thing of value on this Earth
Is cash, so you’re at the cinema, watching curtains crash
Turnabout is fair play, got you hurting fast
Fuck around, do a lifetime bid behind your worthless ass
Introducing the Monsta blue collar fam, auction off
Your two-dollar plan, third dimension held for ransom, facts
Be wise, state-of-the-art, brand-new holograms
One break, we take the test switch, wind up for the best
Pitch, pimp the tracks so wicked they call this shit
The West Witch, perforate you in my cypher’s diameter
Like pi makes, load the pump with pig grease to fry jakes
Elevation like Vince Carter, smoking the zoom, the sonic
Boom causes sky quakes. Peep my lines through
A microscope, grab my neck, chest banging the flyest isotopes
Powerboat race or with wind sails, blowing waves
At the Sun, blue snapper fin tails, chain-smoking
Red blood rain token, brain choking, shower the con-
-crete with bloody entrails, Belvedere bottles
The motto for jokers who follow doints, borrowers swallow
Joints, use a crossbow. Y’all cotton candy, Andy-
-Warhol-ass niggas ain’t worth my hollow points

[Verse 2: Megalon]
When my man and me be pumping, our families be thumping, even
Granny be wanting to jump in, prepare to be handing me the gun, dumping
Randomly. At the end of the war, the last man standing is me
You’re bumping into your gun, panties fronting. Imagine
Walking across water with Black Jesus after it freezes
Lazarus clapping his knees, blast pastors and preachers
Manifest mic magic, grab it, crack your speakers
After the gunfight, you know what I want: the nose candy, B
Done again thanks to you, my past life is trife, fallen angels
Hermaphrodites, half-Christ, half-gangster too
Gats and knives, bats and pipes, we even take it to the
Cracks in the Rike’s, wax in the mics, but it wouldn’t happen
If there was a swift crack in the ice

[Verse 3: Kong]
I inhale when I sniff, Kong blare, whisper Tales of the Crypt
Blue flag, I’m seeing red when I split blood
Colors, anger, stress. Time 7:30, find
Kong in the dark, constantly banging on his chest. Who that?
Keep squeezing, freaking leaking anything breathing
Leaving all of them bleeding, peeking at the precinct, now we’re
Eating, live inside a bottle, rip
Swallow, sip ‘til it’s hollow, write names on hollow tips
Punch holes in your knots ‘til you wobble, we’re
Hosing potholes in your goggles or your fossils
Got bitches ready to rob if you wanna argue
You can even ask God, you apostles

[Verse 4: Kamackeris]
Petty cash, petty crime, niggas doing petty
Time for some bullshit like copping a dime
What’s mine is mine, what’s yours is yours. Niggas
Still going under off these manmade laws?
Taking niggas to court like we’re guilty
When we all know the system straight filthy
Cops lick off 41
Shots and off scot-free, but you?
You had a key. You’re going down, bitch nigga, yeah
Remember me? Same uniform or same
Family. It’s in the works, corrupted
Before I could see. You could die, nigga, and I believe
That’s how a snake just slither
Bust a tool at your liver. Black rose floating
In the river, rhyme tighter than bikini
Puffing the boom and The Man see me

[Verse 5: Spiga]
Boy
You see me? Don’t see me—real recognize
Real, feel the pain of a heart broken and bleeding. Smoking
Weed although I know what am needing, but, slowly, I’m speeding
Hoping I meet the Devil on neutral ground so I can take
Back what he took before, snuff him and shoot him down. “Look
Who found a better life,” I tell him, drying my butter knife
Dared to fight out of spite, his dark hand survived under light. Bugging
Right? Maybe. I ain’t crazy, he made me shady
Look how he persuaded me to murder my last four babies. Lately
Reminiscing got me vexed, checking my resume
Drugs, money, and sex left me searching for a better way
Forget it, I gotta eat, get this paper—where the money? Robbing
And fiending got me trapped between starving and hungry
Stressed out, I gotta get out of Hell, I feel surrounded like
The feeling of flying underwater before you die drowning
I found a sword in the dungeon, it started glowing
I stopped bugging and switched paths, my flow the witchcraft

[Verse 6: King Cesar]
Your bitch laugh, then I smack her bitch ass
Then I dip fast in an E-Class, no lesser
Step to the mic with authority, the majo-
-rity, King Cesar with all the seniority
Excuse the flattery, don’t be mad at me
Unless you want this acid from this battery all up in your
Anatomy. I’m shooting at the Police Academy
I turned into a monster, now they’re scared of me. You better scatter
B. Yo, what that matter me? I think I’m loco
This Easy Jesus got me in a chokehold, I’m hotter than
The Sun in Acapulco and higher than the motherfucking
Prices at Sunoco