Monsta Island Czars (ft. Megalon, Egyptian Queen, King Cesar, Spiga, Loch Ness, Kong, and Kamackeris) - “Die (Organik Poisons Remix)”
[Emcee(s): Megalon, Egyptian Queen, King Cesar, Spiga, Loch Ness, Kong, and Kamackeris]
[Producer(s): Organik Poisons (X-Ray Da Mindbenda, DJ Bazooka Joe, and Johnny Cement)]

[Verse 1: Megalon]
.38 take ‘em down. Let me see you shake
Bounce, nervous breakdowns, shakedown, earthquakes
Break the crown, fake smiles make the snakes drown
Give ‘em bait then vacate the town with a trey pound
What type of things should I say now? This ain’t a playground
People get sprayed and laid down. These days
You gotta be brave to stay around, or be in the grave
With the same frown—see what I’m saying now?
Don’t even play around, don’t even say a noun. I was
Lost, but now I’m found. The underground sound could put a n***a
Underground, lighting, thunder the same sound. Every
Time I come around, the bums around, so who’s running now?
I’ll run a mile when I run my mouth ‘til Allah truth
I’m coming South, playing James Brown on a Greyhound
Ready to bust, gun in your mouth bang
Your brains out, bang your brains out

[Verse 2: Egyptian Queen]
Descendant of slaves demented by rage, it never pays
For days in a cage, your criminals ways. Fuck thugs
Tuck slugs official with the violent tissue and kiss you
My issue’s neurotic, simply psychotic
My kind of mind of rhyme is logic, refuse to cry
I’m not you, I choose to die. It takes rules to lie
Egyptian Queen a sickening fiend for chips
And cream, I spit serene, spend days in a daze
Of purple haze, a circle maze, praised
In many ways, fuck you in general. Subliminal criminal
Rap industry, lyrical ministry, shady
Entity ending me, n***as is enemies. I’m a remedy
For cess craving, sent by Wes Craven to keep hating
Debating my life, I’m waiting. Fuck mating and relating
I’m taking over nations like Malaysian Haitians
A mad creation that loves masturbation, never
Change, forever reign through whatever came. Eternal
Mind of rhyme never dies, my lines will forever rise
[Verse 3: King Cesar]
Don’t make me come after you and smack you with a hatchet, put your
Balls up in a rachet, snatch it off then reattach it
Deadly like AIDS and you can catch it, so don’t
Make me have to cut you like my record when I scratch it
Fully animated with ammo that’s integrated
Passages laminated. Kong? He’s the most hated
Gorilla thug, but he still show the Monstas and
Skrilla love, we’re coming off like Michael Jackson’s Thriller glove
You know what this is, so stop acting
That’s why you got smacked and pistol-whipped with the MAC-10
For misconstruing fact then, had to
Go through MF DOOM and that big n***a Black Ben

[Hook: Kong, Spiga, and Loch Ness] (x2)
Die, motherfucker, die, motherfucker, die
Die, motherfucker, die, motherfucker, die
Die, motherfucker, die, motherfucker, die. If it’s
Do-or-die, n***a. Die, n***a, shots flying, n***a

[Verse 4: Spiga]
The time
Is mine said the Lord while I was easing my mind, freezing the time
Seizing my spine, deep in the mind, seeking for rhymes
I cannot plead like I’m reaching for nines. He asked
“You’re having trouble leading the blind? Look at my sheep
Picture me making you for nothing—you’re bugging, and stop fronting
Replaced your heart with the glow of the Ark—now pop something. You got
Nothing unless I give it: your food, your job, your kid
Your life is a riddle. I pulled you after the middle
Catch it before it miss you, fast as a missile, tattoo it
Across your chest if you have to, my nizzle, handle your business
Murderous ways lead to riches, but X that
Grimy in the grass stay in the mud—never forget that”
[Verse 5: Loch Ness]
What’s this all about? Some n***as quick to dig it out. When my
Skirt lift, n***a, I’ll really piss in your mouth. Now
Turn it up around, stick it out, metal dicks move through bounce
Fleas on a pimp like, “Where that bugged bitch?”
On the prowl. Y’all bloody asshole cats waking up, wondering
“How?” Should have thought before you said that. A Guinness Stout
My hand-to-hands brawl got you done off now
Bitches ran off, unfound, to the land of the lost
So many styles went foul. Silence, my child
Getting dirt around to the floor down, don’t murder my others
The fuck you think I thought about y’all? My artifacts
From back, heart attacks, so pardon that, black
Leave you where you started at, bust through your starter cap. This type
Of chick blacks ‘til I’m blue, wake up like, “Who’s who?”
Eyes-closed tactics—son, don’t worry, I see you
Boobytraps to lead to more facts, snap that acting bitch

[Verse 6: Kong]
Fuck it
Time’s up. Watch the meters, sitting on bleachers with Jesus
He tried to reach us and teach us, spoken thesis of preachers
He reads the pieces of peaces, watch for the leeches on beaches
Being held by son, daughters, nephews, and nieces. The preachers
Who try to cheat us with devilish features, get deep
As beavers, nickel bags of reefers and sneakers
Brave face of Cesar, pint, quarts to liters. You try to
Run with the leaders, burning breathers. Delinquents, we’re never squeezing
The reason to season? Watch for the Czars coming through
With the heaters on some do-or-die. Die, n***as, believe us
[Verse 7: Kamackeris]
Don’t know, don’t know, don’t know
What y’all n***as thought. Half a mill around
Your neck and you’re caught with things that we bought
Got timepieces, out to take yours
Heavy-hitter motherfuckers out on big tours
You will, bitch? I’ll shatter your spleen. Fucking
Around my with green, my team, anything
I’ve seen and liked. You’ll get your ass wiped off
The third planet. Never take this shit for granted
We’re Czars in the streets or behind bars
Wherever we are, hold whatever