U Can't Touch This Ting

[Sample (Melody): Alanis Morissette - “Thank U” (0:00)] [Intro: Rodan and Megalon] Rodan: Previously on Monsta Island Megalon: My Uzi weighs a ton. Tommy Gunn, Rodan. I’m the neighborhood bum. One! [Bridge 1: Rodan] Monstas Thugging through your stratosphere, sky portraits got you open And horoscoping [Interlude: Megalon] Monsta Island. My Uzi weighs a ton! My Uzi weighs a ton! [Verse 1: Rodan] Yo Many leaps of faith with shocks missed and waited, sharp jewels became More sophisticated, got Emerald City wishes and made it Precious stone, tenement styles are innovated, beat the odds out of Casinos in Hell. Heavyweight wrists, son, taking what? Asiatic galactic, super Nubian Jesus, deities out The East stay shitting on riot polices. From fly FUBU Fleeces to leaves with fat creases, remember every member of my family Tree is God, limb-to-limb b-boy polytheist Monsta Jet Knievel flying through the eye of a needle, pack a nickel-plated Medieval, silver spears causing mass upheaval. While you’re Praying for my downfall, I stay spraying your whole cathedral Spirit prolific, iron to rip it specific, scriptures pre-Neo- -lithic—take my word for it like a film critic. Nasty ebonic Spray-paint the White House in explicit hieroglyphics Premonitions of Genesis, four hundred year prime nemesis Grammar like a Hammer—”U Can’t Touch This” black lyrical supremacist Snitching nigga blow whistles, swift niggas dump missiles Local, unofficial, all-eye-seeing dark crystal I’ma solar broadcast, using low-frequency smoke signal Unoriginal profits from your sex or crime sales Shake down your lying rhyme tales where every other line fails Compared to mine, your stale, lackluster, weak shine pales Measure my date of origins in planetary time scales No surprises, et tu Brutus, back-stabbing-ass Judas I bear witness, peeping through your whole outline like you a nudist You clueless [Verse 2: Megalon] It’s Black Jesus. I went to Queens and got my wings Gat squeezes, but everything ain’t what it seems. He pack Heaters, put one in your spleen and run up on dreams Black divas shaking their thing for the king Black Jesus, broken glass all over the place At the Greek Fest, ass all over the place Black Jesus, scabs all over my face Black Caesar, gats all over my waist on my way to court COs harass you, do things they don’t have to do Time to serve fast food, 64 with six bags of cashews Take collateral, cash rules, my gats’ll move more cats than you. Rap Jews Have never had jewels. I drop jewels international Just left the Devil’s castle. My local vocal choke you and trap you The joke is you—they’re not laughing with you, they’re laughing at you They’re laughing without you, they’re laughing about you. The born-in-Brooklyn Bad news, back to you with some more bad news (Blasphemy) Believe me, Black Jesus. You blast for me, I’ll blast for you Actual facts are thrown at you. Tommy Gunn Rodan. When we die, our heads be statues [Hook: Rodan and (Megalon)] Intellect reflect, refine. Bop your head, respect mines, godly Signs, supreme A-Alike minds attracting shine, divine By design. Sit back, relax with a dime, mark of days Swear by the time when all snakes fall behind single Line and weak spine. True and living pop rewind, seek Knowledge to nines and let your thoughts incline Century is 21, wack shit get more rotation then the Earth around the Sun. (My Uzi weighs a ton!) [Verse 3: Megalon] Bust you in your Forehead four times with a four-four, make your whole Face look like a candy apple. I’ll grab you and throw in the clap at you My attribute (Who?), the Black Jesús. I could’ve Tackled you in the tabernacle and did what I had to do—that’ll do Pass dudes gratitude. I ain’t mad at you, my tattoos a taboo Too. Supernatural, could’ve clapped you. Instead, I catch you Angel of Love and Angel of Death just passed you Don’t look in the back of you. In the Rapture, I’ma rap to you wack Emcees. Like a sneeze, I’m coming at you/achoo Blasphemy. Black Jesus. You blast for me, I’ll blast for you Rodan, back to you [Verse 4: Rodan] Yo My flows throw combinations through sound, go to town. No jokes For you Jack-Nicholson, Weird-Al-Yankovich-ass clowns Pound for pound, swing a Major League Forty-Four like Hank Aaron Architect supreme, “Macking My Knife” like Bobby Darin, broad-jump Males, scrub bitches riding my rail, chasing my Holy Grail now Feeling me like braille, gas-mask wack faggots on wax, make Sands track to max out of jail now. Municipal bondage and county Housing leaving gods fed up. Sound knowledge, none of these dick-sucker COs could see a line to head up. Piledriver persona whip a Chevy Tacoma, one owner, one corpse in the trunk, decayed Body aroma. Slip and slide from Daytona, a thousand miles across The deserts of Arizona, solar nova corona, Sahara Heat donor, my Uzi shine bright and gave thirty-three beams of light glaucoma Petty hearts harbor jealous lust, infected brain cells suffer Cellarous. I grew up here, and true could fellas bust See divine blood and archangels kiss the sky, smoking stellar dust Whatever gush, my treasure plush plus a pleasure rush From every Beretta crushed, a physical sport, deadly biblical thought The original man taught: dump the body in the Nile River Peel out in the 2000 digital grand sport, animation Undetectable, your life’s unethical, public during a spectacle Skeptical hits don’t amount to shit like my piss in a receptacle [Bridge 2: Megalon] Rodan Tommy Gunn. When we die, our heads be statues [Hook: Rodan and (Megalon)] Intellect reflect, refine. Bop your head, respect mines, godly Signs, supreme A-Alike minds attracting shine, divine By design. Sit back, relax with a dime, mark of days Swear by the time when all snakes fall behind single Line and weak spine. True and living pop rewind, seek Knowledge to nines and let your thoughts incline Century is 21, wack shit get more rotation then the Earth around the Sun. (My Uzi weighs a ton!)