Monsta Island Czars (ft. Kong, Rodan, Megalon, King Cesar, Kamackeris, King Geedorah, and Jet Jaguar) - “Run the Sphere (Original)”
[Emcee(s): Kong, Rodan, Megalon, King Cesar, Kamackeris, King Geedorah, and Jet Jaguar]
[Producer(s): Mr. Greedy and Grazzhoppa]
[Sample (Melody): Argent - “Dance In the Smoke”]
[Verse 1: Kong]
We got
The Glocks cocked, niggas stuck slow, fuck slow. Smack
The shit out ‘em, should have called Brickface and Stucco
“Uh oh!” like Maaco, some nickel pesos in the NY
Adore West, they fly flows and ask, “Kong, can I?”
Slash precise, I roll with Spice, caught a life, head
To Houston without Whitney—you could even ask the preacher’s wife
Blao, back ‘em up. Fuck the grammar—that’s word to kill
I dropped Evander ‘cause he’s standing on my Holyfields
Slash M-E-L, yo, K slash M-E
‘Cause emcees often envy the vocal style ten-deep
One two, mic check. Next one step up
Speedy K slashed, your fucking Heinz couldn’t Ketchup
[Verse 2: Rodan]
The world’s indictment of my
Mathematics made me a control freak—witness the foulest shit
And accurate calculus in every word I speak, geometric
Motion’s in every action I see. You got a mean streak? You ass
Like butt cheeks up shit’s creak, make your future bleak
Life on drunken binges. Wild maverick on the outskirts of
Society fringes, hanging onto the door of sanity by the hinges
Interdimension transmission transitions
Charge the heartless a dollar-and-a-half, buck fifty—that’s a facial cir-
-cumcision. Rest in peace, Big L, Big Pun, Biggie Smalls
Freaky Tah, and 2Pac. Allah blessed David Force
Family Haze, Tigger, Tony Mone, and DJ Subroc
Y’all snitching cow motherfuckers, suck a fat cock
[Emcee(s): Kong, Rodan, Megalon, King Cesar, Kamackeris, King Geedorah, and Jet Jaguar]
[Producer(s): Mr. Greedy and Grazzhoppa]
[Sample (Melody): Argent - “Dance In the Smoke”]
[Verse 1: Kong]
We got
The Glocks cocked, niggas stuck slow, fuck slow. Smack
The shit out ‘em, should have called Brickface and Stucco
“Uh oh!” like Maaco, some nickel pesos in the NY
Adore West, they fly flows and ask, “Kong, can I?”
Slash precise, I roll with Spice, caught a life, head
To Houston without Whitney—you could even ask the preacher’s wife
Blao, back ‘em up. Fuck the grammar—that’s word to kill
I dropped Evander ‘cause he’s standing on my Holyfields
Slash M-E-L, yo, K slash M-E
‘Cause emcees often envy the vocal style ten-deep
One two, mic check. Next one step up
Speedy K slashed, your fucking Heinz couldn’t Ketchup
[Verse 2: Rodan]
The world’s indictment of my
Mathematics made me a control freak—witness the foulest shit
And accurate calculus in every word I speak, geometric
Motion’s in every action I see. You got a mean streak? You ass
Like butt cheeks up shit’s creak, make your future bleak
Life on drunken binges. Wild maverick on the outskirts of
Society fringes, hanging onto the door of sanity by the hinges
Interdimension transmission transitions
Charge the heartless a dollar-and-a-half, buck fifty—that’s a facial cir-
-cumcision. Rest in peace, Big L, Big Pun, Biggie Smalls
Freaky Tah, and 2Pac. Allah blessed David Force
Family Haze, Tigger, Tony Mone, and DJ Subroc
Y’all snitching cow motherfuckers, suck a fat cock
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