Make It Squash (Get a Roc)

[Sample (Melody): Cerone - “Rocket in the Pocket (Live)”]

[Hook: Megalon]

Monsta Island Czars, eight bars leave scrapes and scars

Peace, Underground. We’re taking charge (Taking charge!), that

Industry beef, god. My ape squad

Entourage, we make it squash (Squash!)

[Verse 1: Kong]

Who

The fuck want the drama? KamiKong on my truck, bombing

Thick and real inside the varmin, keep it thick like it’s

Your mama, conquer anaconda, sloppy mouth with knocker

Twist-tops vodka, the oral monstra. Corny

Niggas call me Slash Orville Redenbacher. Fuck you up

Went to my slaughterhouse? You ought to bounce, get quarter ounce

Of blood smacked at your daughter. My fast I’ma take, forward accounts

To uno, slam shit judo, sumo style

You motherfucker, you know Bruno punch through this pine box

Watch the guns blow at Cool Joe. Yo, stepping

With the rocket, the hot silk, the top tilt, fresh

Bottom cleaved, showing you what’s up, ma—you got milk

Thugs and bitches, bottles be shared, slugs and biscuits

Shorty turn into Hollywood Square. You know

The hugs and kisses smackless. The intellectual dyslexic

Sex and breakfast, breakfast in a Texas license

Plate, Lexus exit reckless—check this

[Verse 2: Megalon]

Tom

Revolver, crime-solver, my mind’s darker, brine’s darker than Sun

Behind a 409-9-9 dime-sparker, using

My mind, rewind, the author, rhyme-resolver, crime-solver

Time for God to find a marker or the chalk for

Dotted-line, I’m-out-of-my-mind, out-of-line torture

Read the Torah, bottom line: pop the cork

What? That’s not how I rhyme. I’ll force ya to walking

Toward the board above the water—for what?

I wouldn’t walk on or cross up, but I’ll double-cross ya. Of course you’re

Coughing up in a coffin, causing yup

To ante up often. I made my way out of abortions

As y’all listen while I’m missing, my

Mission is to bring y’all closer to God while y’all dissing

C-C-Christians, God’s wishing you’re keeping it real with yourselves

‘Cause right before your eyes is him in prison, stripping men

[Verse 3: King Cesar]

Ayyo, I got a rocking chair, I gotta rock it

But I ain’t got no fuel and ain’t no money in my pocket

Just to get uptown, I had to hop it. Just to get

Intense and pull this pistol out my pocket, and I popped it

Just about an ounce up in my pocket—I’ma chop it

When all the fiends cop it, pull my dick from out the socket

Find my little spot then I’ma lock it, pull back

The hammer, then I’ll cock it while I’m puffing on the chocolate

[Verse 4: Rodan]

Ayyo

We represent the seeds of discontent, messianic millionaires

Started off with a dollar, saved half, invested three bricks with fifty

Cent, move over the horizon, the ballers stack just vertical

Perils of a new promised land, watch the whole marketplace fall

And crumble like the Wall in Jericho. Jurassic sparks

Starting in Eden’s Garden—that’s the God in me—beg your pardon

Bridge the generation gap from Carson Daly to Johnny Carson

On the run from the Feds and the county, fifty-thousand-dollar

Bounty, shot the sheriff and the Mountie. As if it’s solar

Qualities, make the whole world revolve around me. Towers are

Sweeter than guava, so Ro’ stay blowing heat like lava, yo

Black African shaman stay rain-dancing like a Navajo

[Hook: Megalon] (x2)

Monsta Island Czars, eight bars leave scrapes and scars

Peace, Underground. We’re taking charge (Taking charge!), that

Industry beef, god. My ape squad

Entourage, we make it squash (Squash!)