Poizon Windz - Monsta Island Czars, Megalon, Rodan

Scallywag, Ballies bagged, box with a Glock in it

Rocking eight rocks with a plastic bag, knots in a Cali flag

Driving in tinted whips with cops in it—somebody's bagged

Try not to hop in it, dash down the alley fast, somebody’s property

Stash the hops then skip out as quick-fast, watch the whips clash

Belly-branded car stops with the cops in it.

Daddy’s

Rags ripped, hop in a hot whip, not meaning vampire shit

Toxic, toxidic, pocketed knots, I’ll spit it

When the drops get it, I’ma chop rocks on dishes—I got this

Eyes wicked, pockets I suggest as soon as drop the rocket… Tommy

You’re talking to yourself again—stop it.

You’re in the back blocks

With knots in your socks, hit ‘em and announce that it not sick

Bow to this.

I got you nodding like you’re slobbing it, bouncing

Up and down like you’re riding my dick—watch this

All of a sudden, you stop nodding, you start to notice you’re cock-riding, son

Leave you like, «When is he gonna stop rhyming?»

When you’re like

«Stop.

Sign him.»

I’m from the rock-bottom, where we don’t

Pop Glocks.

Glocks pop at cops that got them.

Neighborhood

Watch—pop-pop-pop—stop watching.

Knock-knock-knock

Slugs in the door, I tried to tell the cops to stop knocking.

Let’s get it

Popping.

I’ll rock stockings, goggle, and Timb.

When I start

Rocking, your head gon' start ringing like bringing it to the back to the top

rising

Bringing it back to the block—how y’all been?

Rock-chopping got

Me knocked again.

Knocking on the wall, rhyming, locked in

Eyes wide-open, laying on a cot, plotting, my pen

Jotting hot one after hot one.

Y’all not signing?

I’m not stopping ‘til everybody in

This industry knows who I am.

C.O.'s got their

Snotbox knocked in, I caught another case, and every-

-body knows where I’ve been: Monsta Island

You want

Social equality from psychology you’re representing?

Son, I couldn’t

«Imagine» that bullshit if my name was John Lennon.

Build castles

On quicksand, museum figures, faggot niggas, wax crews

Displays expose flesh wounds like hot-branded tattoos

Jewels pierce the body, acupuncture intricate, test

Pressure points on the juncture on some distant, infinitely different shit

Witness it extend like events beyond Andromeda

Tentacles read the pentacle, measure bullshit like a barometer

Bombing ya, translate your actions like a dialect

Interpret misinformation false application, third eye lie-detect

Inactive thought, pop mentality, head-severing

Make bloodsuckers unsuccessful in everyday underhanded endeavoring

Monsta Island brethren six degrees like a hexagon

120 lexicon, torture snakes all night long like a sexathon

Buried subconsciously, dark images disturbing

Gods of light and wisdom chilling, black Jollibee are rocking a turban

Post-urban landscape beneath a pterodactyl silhouette

Smack the drool out your mouth so motherfucking hard, make your pillow wet

Rude awaken, sleep forsaken, restless night for months

Project thoughts to other places, occupy two spaces at once

Divine evil hunts, hip hop inhabited subterraneously

Ambidextrous, writing two or more verses simultaneously

Trained to be true and find a secret assignment, daily risk

Who you now front to be, so I assume another alias

New identity, inventing after, hit ya, preventing all the fingerprinting

Head of Central Enlightenment Agency throat, thinking of Hillary Clinton

Before you go

Let me know if you wanna suck some cheddar ‘cause we don’t

Know if it’s hot or not, but you’re accustomed to this weather.

We could

Network, no stress, you’ll be set for work.

Just meet me

And send shorty over there dressed in a skirt, bloomers

Stuffed up.

After that, every ave, some of the

Chucks on gonna stop through to pick up the math.

They’ll get

Your PC weekly like a regular gig.

That way

The cheddar’s spread equally in one big lump, the kid’s

Eyes jumped out, Kool-Aid smile across his face—still gotta

Watch him, hope he don’t come across with the snakes

Test him first, hit it off with an 8-ball for base, see if

He escape with the work before one tells him to wait

If he do good, fuck it, we got a new hood to chop

To this rinky-dinky spot without cops—knock on wood

After that, we up on Amtrak, back-and-forth

With shorty in front, me watching her from the back of the cars

She act up?

Step up and slap your broad

Get my tyrannosaurus rex on, attacking the dog

No question.

Spice it up like chicken Szechuan

Shanghaiing any nigga that wanna flex their chrome