M.I.C. - Monsta Island Czars, MF Grimm

Sight

Beyond sight.

What?

The Czars in the zone

MeccaGodZilla does, now you know

Determination to control the globe with antics like

Rodman in the post, come hypnotic through the microphone

Furnace the law and I’ma service your jaw, fighting

Like Jackie Chan in a furniture store, use

Everything and anything against you, twist your fucking

Dental like a pretzel, put a pencil through your temple

Majesty mic-mangler—fuck, I said that

Gamma-Ra damage and bandage ya with a headwrap

Stupid, foolish, leave you toothless with a chew stick

These clueless new kids questioning who the group is

We’re far from the averages, savageness in excess

We’re the Yankees—the lineup changed but it’s the best yet

Leave palladium stadium all in astonishment

Monsta Isle separate your brain from its consciousness

Yo

This you could fuck with X?

Might as well fuck with X

Catch me out in London, blowing weed off the double-deck

Bus, yup, plus I got knuckles for these suckers

Plus we bust.

You must be smoking dust if you wanna touch us

Twist with the hand, you’ll see the Island swarming while your

Lone pistol jam like Michael Jackson and Jordan

Life of how you’re balling, it’s like the action is calling

Why you think we run the streets at night, don’t come back ‘til the morning?

Yeah.

Yo

Monsta Island’s hottest fires spark and popping liars' hearts

On target, shot ‘em through the wire and I stop it

You’re not as nice as Monstas boxing Godzilla, stomp him, knock him

Out, and watch him dying on the ground unconscious

Czars

Got that Dominique Dawes, no homo, melanin charge

Ability: flip and land on our feet against all odds, defeat

The Beast, plan strategically, synaptic charge and take the helmet

Off, silverback with alpha males getting retarded

The only thing special ‘bout you is your education

You seeing me is like blacks seeing reparations

Shit, I’m out of reach, fam, fly without a wingspan

While you’re stuck like an infant trying to run in beach sand

Yeah.

Uh

Smashing tracks, we’re bashing, Monsta mashing, rapping, doing graff

And breakdancing, handstanding off a backspin

Peace to all the Monsta masses.

We’re expanding ‘til we reach

The maximum capacity upon the planet.

Grandmaster Grimm

Grimm, the money-stacker, heat-packer

Still packing, nigga, still stacking

Still macking, jaws still cracking

Still jacking, laws still breaking

Still taking lives, crews shaking

Niggas want war with us but really faking

M.I.C., we stomp, the earth quaking

Bang heads with Monstas, left aching

Sight

Beyond sight (What?!?), Monstas in the zone

Hyper for the fight, strike with a poem

Sight beyond light (What?!?), speed like a prism

M-I-to-the-C, seeds in the system