The Island (Dope D.O.D.)

Jay : Im on a higher level / nigga come and test the double barrel / Heavy metal / heading for your chest / I even shoot the shadow /Put the pedal to the floor / carcrash / make you rattle / Put a rapper on my Island / Nah, he will never settle / Im gettin' sentementle / see I'm just a tiny fellow / trying to make a living off of niggaz that you cant handle / I got the power plus the energy to manhandle / Controlpanels that I operate with bad bengals / Hit a nigga on his bad ankels / cause I be livin'on the hillside / my skill is too mad / trangle / twist bones I be Kurt Angle / Cause I got Saxons and Anglos waiting to dismantle! Jay Chorus : So who is curious / Who wanna see us bust light like luminous / The crew of the dualists / 1, 2, 3, now check how Im screwing it. Jay: Im aggravated cut a nigga up and marinade m / everybody livin'on the Island I just gotta hate m / Hell, Im the son of Satan livin'like an ancient pagan / The way I break m the way I shake m / more than breathtakin' / My head achin'when niggaz here start collaborating / Gotta make a statement with the wrench and start renovating / Elevatin'/ penetratin' / Governments like Secret agents / Sarah Palin / Ima shoot the first prick that start hatin' / Start sprayin'like on Columbine I got no patience / nor appreciation for the ones who think they're innovatin' / legislating / see I'm trouble like illegal Haitiens / Dope D.o.D. here for maintenance! Skits: I feel the sun without shades and lotion / livin on a rock in the middle of the ocean / dancing with my ancient brethren / protectors of the sacred treasure / On the attack quick, leaping through branches / after the pack chews pieces of cactus / for the enhancement, increasing our senses / rocking a necklace with teeth of a dragons / I'm chief of the tribe that frightens the cowards / running the Island from my ivory towers / Mana powers, I swim with the sharks / Tats of headhunts, where my skin has been marked / Venomous darts, deployed to our units / we dip em in frogs with poisonous fluids / skin a man's scalp, toying with humans / I heard they from "far" Im ignoring the rumors.... Skits Chorus: So who wanna die tonight? Who's gonna escape without using a guiding light / the duo of dynamite, 1,2,3, feel the wrath of the silent type... Skits: No where to run...every dart we shoot is fatal / some get kept alive, to get thrown into vulcano's / hear the lava bubble as we pull ya through the jungle / diseases enter open wounds during heavy struggle / I drag ya to the middle of the village with a cleaver clutched / makin wifey watch as I chop her partners penis off / the place where ferox meets cannibal holocaust / the terrible stuff Cannibal Ox would bust / A cross of such, seems propostarous / but trust the gods, D.O.D. Got that touch... / (Indigenous lyricists) on the rocks... / The Island belongs to us....