The Island

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....