Escape from New Yorkshire

[Intro]
Let's descend to the depths of Monster Island
For the first time in history
The order is given to evacuate New York City

And through the now silent canyons of the huge city

[Verse 1: Rodan]
Ay yo, dilapidated graf enscribed on the building
We prefer gats to textbooks
Teachers and principals got stuck up
Got an education from hustlers, gunrunners, stackout artists
And real-estate crooks, spoken broken English
Supplement the bling-bling rocks
Make a bitch in g-string pop
Shootin' meteorites from my slingshot
Redefine the aerodynamics of space flight
When I play the wing spot
It's like Sugar Ray Robinson
Smacking Jake LaMotta
Verse by verse you still couldn't get hotter
Mocha chocolata, yadda yadda yadda
Pussy as sweet as Mýa bitches still get nada
Thermonuclear mushroom cloud sky squatter
ATL, M.I.C it's like the Monster Island of Doctor Moreau
Keep pursuin', conquistador
Drug czar, super powers like the former Soviet Union
Keep the black toes close to me like its supposed to be
Fuck around play Son of Sam blow your brains
All over your brand new leather interior upholstery
Glastro actors prepare for the chit chat
Kong drop a bomb for those insects
Cock feedin wife boy and chicken head steady hen pecks
Itchin for a scratch, track record, check the index
Dealin with alcoholism, the constant threat of prison
Still maintain balance in relationship to rhythm
Bush is the president but I still voted for Shirley Chisholm

[Verse 2: Megalon]
Bloody Jesus tampon style believe dis
B's hands on the fetus, speedus
Last supper fuckin eat this
Preacher dances sleeveless
On the poor but priestless
What kind of greed is this, makin G's off Jesus?
Is he a myth or does he exist
Is he a white man? is he a black man squeezin the fifth?
Answer: lips, fingertips, knees and hips
Pieces of shit
How many pieces of green is rich?
I'm like "Damn, this priest is a snitch"
Tellin the police who the true Jesus is
Could lead to this, face to face, fist to feet, feet to fist
Don't eat the fish in the sink they beat they dicks

[Interlude]
How did the monsters escape?

[Verse 3: Kong]
Sigh thugs, thigh thugs, fly slugs, cry blood
Eyes bloodshot, slug shot, watch the blood drop
When the blood slug shot, play ya porch like a step
Cause I'm a crook ready to knock this nigga phone off the hook
I will infect your insects when I inject my index
In text, windex your chick check
Kong love ghetto hoes, settle does, metal toe
Kink hoes are tight, rah rah, per slow
Fuck with the Czars, ya better play with devil nose
Or play with his toes, or eat yellow snow
Fuck around, handle them? no
No man can fuck with Kong, Conan
KD, X-Ray, Rodan, Megalon
Smackin niggas with a closed hand
Crisp styles to let go
Someone hears a missiles like what though
Piss styles to petro
All you hear is whistles and echo

[Verse 4: Spiega]
Never let go whether or not I'm petro
Stepped to the ring swinging bricks and elbows, better let em know
Keepin it goin, keepin it movin, people be knowin, still they be booin
My sheep will keep blowin, see what they doin, leavin em open
Keepin em wishin, me reminiscin, fetal positions, we leavin em twitchin
Ceasin the kitchen, real or superstition odds will come even like flatlines
That's fine, heart of a raptor when I attack like a stack mine
Hard like black wine after the revision in prison see me and listen
'Bout the bloody red skies that I'll be kissin... who missin?

[Outro]
The major cities in the world are being destroyed one by one by the monsters
Couldn't you foresee this?
We are not trying to conceal anything from you ; the truth of the matter gentlemen
Is that we don't know what has happened
Is that true?
All I can say now is we know nothing, but every one of us feels the very same thing