M.I.N.Y.A. Songtext

Use the mind fanker? look out for all my niggas
The ones that was there when I ain't had no figures, no triggers
Swingin strictly fifthses, I'm ballin out like a bum ass businesseses
My rhyme flows we know doughs (or "No-Doz"=caffeine pills) they Jo-jos,
why niggas dress in logos and popos
we're beyond those, cool in condos
Travel overseas Masters of Ceremonies,
fuck the police, you leave to cheese
separate the real from wannabes.
We ain come this far to hold up,
if you smoke how I smoke
two pulls or pass on the roll-up,
nigga grow up or just blow up,
we got it locked down it's on, full blown
So don't make me wait, another night cause tonight we gonna fuck
all night long like some mary jane wrekkid ( or record)
swig a whole fifth and get that ass buttnekkid
You used to diss me now you straight miss me
Caught you "Monica Lewinski", tipsy off the whiskey
What I tell you about the bourbon, we puff herb to keep it swervin.
You wanna beef? We could beef,
you wanna rock? we can rock too like the clock do
You still young son, niggas gotta watch you,
Yo we back and we got you.

[Rodan]
Return to silent page, golden age
connect those rare days, what's that smell?
oh yeah that's your fuckin voice stinkin up the airwaves
opium seed head knocked open enlightened flight popin
Mars at the constellation sky portraits got you horoscopin
Deaf, dumb and mindless, triple-stage criminal life blinded
Rip your vertebrae
Oh silly me, I forgot you're fuckin spineless
Deep space stun phaser, new frontier gunblazer,
gotta dream, shoot-out your local KKK fundraiser
Real liver, survivor, bringin every coniver pain
Get paid to spit on the mic, let the rich jewels of my saliva rain
Quarter million two hundred fifty thousand reptilians
King Nad will chronograph you plastic citizen, at ease civilian
Heaven's Gate resident age [..]
seven hundred seventy seven times
more heart than your average rapper thespian
understand my wingspan on call
from a bloodball
be the worst act of terrorism to be ever commited on the united states soil
Fuck Superman, Rodan the true kryptonian
Reclaim my stolen cape and crown,
lost and found a business Smithsonian
Frequent flyer got fired from the entire empire state now white babylonia
Wheat grafted rap melon in flesh with no skeleton
Planet earth sunk
After World Word III find me underground fuckin your bitch in my secret bunker.

[Kong]
Crack the 40 ounce, catch a buzz for my cypher
ill type of fighter, strike the joint like a lighter
I'm hyper than a flick for the boom, kick the bic
knuckles as sweet as cookies and I bet you bite a chick
the hunchback of notredam, supersoaker holder
over the shoulder cross back leather holster,
nickel toaster, [...] cuz I bring short stay all day
K Slash aka Keiser Soze
Monster Isle fool's play, twoplay, punk Al left after LA nigga's name was cool j, touche
My recital's homicidal, retreat has become liable, (cybel?)
We drinkin (casket cream?)
Easy G son

[Megalon]
I'm on notion, postin no sense
not sendin niggas rockin linen and poppin them chains
hot bikini, hoppin in the rains. poppin tin in your brains
not hitin, no one close to them, he blows again
got the couch switchin, they lock em in prison
glock in position, I cottin and pissin em off
hot gin in my system
let them hoes in, without a pot to piss in, go get em
brown nosin, we cold blooded
Monster Island Style Frozen!