THE RODENTZ - Blast From The Past lyrics

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Dracula: Look at them down there

Scouring around like insects

They don't know anything about honor

Or living by the sword, not like you and I do

Do you think they could ever grasp, what it means to be immortal?

Blade: You're not immortal

I must of heard hundreds of you rodents

Make the same claim

Each one of them had tasted the end of my sword

Dracula: Perhaps I will to then

But I think it is more likely the next time we meet

You fought for mine

I would like to introduce you to The Rodentz

Any moment, don't move, so smooth on the track

Do it slow, do it fast, blast from the past

Shout out to my godfather Gino

Was the first one who let me taste that vino

It's Cno, gettin' cream like Casinos

Goodfella like DeNiro, I'm slick like Pacino

Order a bottle of San Pellegrino, a cup of cappucino

Discussing scripts with Tarantino

I used to roll, with the alias Baby Gambino

Now I'm Evil, causing disasters like El Nino

So I go, the blast from the past on the track

Hit it real slow, turn it up I'm going fast

I collapsed, when I got up, I had a relapse

Perhaps, the traps got gaps, I checked the map

Ready to scrap strapped on my cap, and my chaps

I, went out the back, noticed the lads was shootin' craps

I, picked up the dice, rolled it twice, and I broke even

Mystics of the world, a King just like Stephen

In my seven years of bad luck, I'm writing horror novels

The proclamation of my redemption, just like a gospel

Preached by The Rodentz, the central content revelation

Frustrated in many locations, like gas stations

Temptations of salvation, donations for vacations

Creations of man made nations, all in formation

What a, sensation, the vibration causes migrations

Crustaceans, get cracked in more spots, than dalmations

Combination cause a celebrat' by corporations

Imitating animation, motivating population

Transformation, my transportation reservation

Situations regulated, preparing for Satan

I'm hatin' the obligation of medication

I'm meditating, for inspiration isolation

The operation, my occupation is wasted

This is your invitation for the manifistation

To begin is easy, to continue is hard

The weak get queezy, and they're left to starve

We might fall seven times, but we stand up eight

With a clean slate and New York as my mental state

I use pencils and pads as my locus and light source

Quickly I pick up the mic and focus my life force

Art, the illusion of the mind being spontaneous

As we shoot your view from a side like Gradius

We choose the path with, the least resistance

Way before the winter, travel, a far distance

As for some sayings, it ain't true, for instance

Listen carefully, money grows on the tree of persistance

I ain't trying to be the quickest, I just start to popping

Cause the faster you write, the faster you rotten

Hate this if you like, but shit, we ain't stopping

So throw punches, kickers and JL's to keep it knocking

The tongue is only but, three inches long

Still with the abilities to kill a six foot man and strong

The words to the song, put your mind where it belong

Feels we were around since Pong, am I wrong?

To accomplish my goals is a must, for example

No ramble, each of us in the wind is a burning candle

About to go out, God blows from the start

Instead we going like God Degree in shopping carts

But even at times a rat become a tiger

To fall back or attack is for you to decipher

The bad and good are intertwined like rope

Those that think all deserve to be provoked

King of Pop, priests, teachers looking at little children

Realize the problem ain't only in them but millions

With Satan holding our contracts saying to come sign

A true warrior keeps in mind that everyone will die sometime