CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Rodan & Sean Price (Unreleased)
Rodan ft. Sean Price - “Rodan & Sean Price (Unreleased)”
Mmm! [?] at High Noon. One night
I spit so hard, I seen saliva dripping off a Black Moon. It’s like
“All hoods all’s well” sweeping the nation. Puffing
MySpace page, I’m sweeping the whole cosmos, the morning
Roswell, I’m on the grassy knoll with Lee Harvey Oswald
Copped a few shells at the yard sale, bloodthirsty
No mercy [?] I wrote the Book of Psalms
Tote metal nines in my palms, make it rain nine-hundred
Ninety-nine thousand volts of lightning bolts until the storm
Calm. Of course I can, of course I could, of course I would
Of course I will, of course I kill, of course I peel
In chaotic hours, I’m at war with a nation of millions
Of patriotic cowards. How it’s all gonna end?
I gots no idea, but I got some priceless information
And I gots no fear, the type to die, shift to Hyperdrive
Warp speed engine [?] cowboys
Smoke some red clouds with the Indians and the indigenous citizens
Break bread, don’t forget to bake the bread, make the donuts
On the grind just like a slow nut, Big Daddy
Ro’ bust. c*cksucker, that’s what up. Like I won’t
Change up the strategy, like I won’t rearrange your motherf**king
Anatomy. The slow and tedious, obsequious
And I always bring the most fire like Prometheus
b*t*h!
Mmm! [?] at High Noon. One night
I spit so hard, I seen saliva dripping off a Black Moon. It’s like
“All hoods all’s well” sweeping the nation. Puffing
MySpace page, I’m sweeping the whole cosmos, the morning
Roswell, I’m on the grassy knoll with Lee Harvey Oswald
Copped a few shells at the yard sale, bloodthirsty
No mercy [?] I wrote the Book of Psalms
Tote metal nines in my palms, make it rain nine-hundred
Ninety-nine thousand volts of lightning bolts until the storm
Calm. Of course I can, of course I could, of course I would
Of course I will, of course I kill, of course I peel
In chaotic hours, I’m at war with a nation of millions
Of patriotic cowards. How it’s all gonna end?
I gots no idea, but I got some priceless information
And I gots no fear, the type to die, shift to Hyperdrive
Warp speed engine [?] cowboys
Smoke some red clouds with the Indians and the indigenous citizens
Break bread, don’t forget to bake the bread, make the donuts
On the grind just like a slow nut, Big Daddy
Ro’ bust. c*cksucker, that’s what up. Like I won’t
Change up the strategy, like I won’t rearrange your motherf**king
Anatomy. The slow and tedious, obsequious
And I always bring the most fire like Prometheus
b*t*h!
