Monsta Island Czars (ft. Rodan, Megalon, Kong, Kamackeris, Spiga, and King Cesar) - “Witchcraft”
[Emcee(s): Rodan, Megalon, Kong, Kamackeris, Spiga, and King Cesar]
[Producer(s): X-Ray Da Mindbenda]
[Bass: Johnny Balsamo]

[Verse 1: Rodan]
Ayyo collapse, find my voice with drums, string, wind, and brass
This industry got you gassed like: the only thing of value on this Earth is cash
So you’re at the cinema, watching curtains crash
Turnabout is fair play, got you hurting fast
Fuck around, do a lifetime bid behind your worthless ass
Introducing the Monsta blue collar fam
Auction off your two-dollar plan
Third dimension held for ransom, facts
Be wise, state-of-the-art, brand-new holograms
One break, we take the test switch, wind up for the best pitch
Pimp the tracks so wicked they call this shit The West Witch
Perforate you in my cypher’s diameter like pi makes
Load the pump with pig grease to fry jakes
Elevation like Vince Carter, smoking the zoom, the sonic boom causes sky quakes
Peep my lines through a microscope
Grab my neck, chest banging the flyest isotopes
Powerboat race or with wind sails
Blowing waves at the Sun, blue snapper fin tails
Chain-smoking, red blood rain token, brain choking
Shower the concrete with bloody entrails
Belvedere bottles the motto for jokers who follow doints
Borrowers swallow joints
Use a crossbow, y’all cotton candy, Andy Warhol-ass n***as ain’t worth my hollow points
[Verse 2: Megalon]
When my man and me be pumping, our families be thumping
Even granny be wanting to jump in, prepare to be handing me the gun dumping
Randomly at the end of the war, the last man standing is me
You’re bumping into your gun, panties fronting
Imagine walking across water with Black Jesus after it freezes
Lazarus clapping his knees, blast pastors and preachers
Manifest mic magic, grab it, crack your speakers
After the gunfight, you know what I want: the nose candy, B
Done again thanks to you, my past life is trife
Fallen angels, Hermaphrodites, half-Christ, half-gangster too
Gats and knives, bats and pipes, we even take it to the
Cracks in the Rike’s, wax in the mics
But it wouldn’t happen if there was a swift crack in the ice

[Verse 3: Kong]
I inhale when I sniff, Kong blare, whisper Tales of the Crypt
Blue flag, I’m seeing red when I split blood
Colors, anger, stress. Time 7:30, find
Kong in the dark, constantly banging on his chest. Who that?
Keep squeezing, freaking leaking anything breathing
Leaving all of them bleeding, peeking at the precinct, now we’re
Eating, live inside a bottle, rip
Swallow, sip ‘til it’s hollow, write names on hollow tips
Punch holes in your knots ‘til you wobble, we’re
Hosing potholes in your goggles or your fossils
Got bitches ready to rob if you wanna argue
You can even ask God, you apostles
[Verse 4: Kamackeris]
Petty cash, petty crime, n***as doing petty
Time for some bullshit like copping a dime
What’s mine is mine, what’s yours is yours. N***as
Still going under off these manmade laws?
Taking n***as to court like we’re guilty
When we all know the system straight filthy
Cops lick off 41
Shots and off scot-free, but you?
You had a key. You’re going down, bitch n***a, yeah
Remember me? Same uniform or same
Family. It’s in the works, corrupted
Before I could see. You could die, n***a, and I believe
That’s how a snake just slither
Bust a tool at your liver. Black rose floating
In the river, rhyme tighter than bikini
Puffing the boom and The Man see me

[Verse 5: Spiga]
Boy
You see me? Don’t see me—real recognize
Real, feel the pain of a heart broken and bleeding. Smoking
Weed although I know what am needing, but, slowly, I’m speeding
Hoping I meet the Devil on neutral ground so I can take
Back what he took before, snuff him and shoot him down. “Look
Who found a better life,” I tell him, drying my butter knife
Dared to fight out of spite, his dark hand survived under light. Bugging
Right? Maybe. I ain’t crazy, he made me shady
Look how he persuaded me to murder my last four babies. Lately
Reminiscing got me vexed, checking my resume
Drugs, money, and sex left me searching for a better way
Forget it, I gotta eat, get this paper—where the money? Robbing
And fiending got me trapped between starving and hungry
Stressed out, I gotta get out of Hell, I feel surrounded like
The feeling of flying underwater before you die drowning
I found a sword in the dungeon, it started glowing
I stopped bugging and switched paths, my flow the witchcraft
[Verse 6: King Cesar]
Your bitch laugh, then I smack her bitch ass
Then I dip fast in an E-Class, no lesser
Step to the mic with authority, the majo-
-rity, King Cesar with all the seniority
Excuse the flattery, don’t be mad at me
Unless you want this acid from this battery all up in your
Anatomy. I’m shooting at the Police Academy
I turned into a monster, now they’re scared of me. You better scatter
B. Yo, what that matter me? I think I’m loco
This Easy Jesus got me in a chokehold, I’m hotter than
The Sun in Acapulco and higher than the motherfucking
Prices at Sunoco