Released: January 1, 2004
Songwriter: MF DOOM Rodan
Producer: M. Moreau MF DOOM
Rodan - “Ruler Of Day And Night”
[Emcee(s): Rodan]
[Producer(s): M. Moreau (AKA Rodan (?)) and MF DOOM]
[Sample (Multiple Elements): The Jones Girls - “Nights Over Egypt” (0:00)]
[Intro: Rodan]
Monstas. Come on
[Verse 1: Rodan]
In these streets
Eating and breathing, believing, keeping these devils bleeding
Leaving these snitches sleeping with the fish-eyed heathens
Stringing ‘em up, now we’re first-stringing like Willie Beamens
Odds and evens, rhyme to reasons, winter, spring
Summer, fall, the Earth revolve. Freak of natures like
Fifth seasons. Born with the ability to speak
Leapt out the womb grown, prophecies and predictions
Full moon blown. On the grade-A, New York City
Skyline look like a silhouetted, giant tombstone
Eternally marked final resting place of fake gold
And fools’ bones. ‘Til that fateful day, we got the
Next-school sewn with common threads, a golden line
Of pharmaceuticals, mechanics that’s irrefutable
Immoveable and immutable like the sweet science
Of pugilism. At the same moment, both brutal and beautiful
Unusual suspects. Color combined
The divine with the subhuman, sublime communion
E pluribus unum. Next time, find me
Communicating with Fidel Castro. Went from smoking
Newports to smoking Cubans. Whoo!
[Hook: Rodan]
Rodan on your mind
He’s the Ruler Of Day And Night
Up under moonlights
Under the moonlights
Rodan’s so divine
He’s the Ruler Of Day And Night
Up under moonlights
Under the moonlights
[Verse 2: Rodan]
We perform
The rites of passage with the proud biochemistry, saying
Motherfuck a February. One day on the calendar?
That ain’t Black History. Learnt the One to Ninety-Nine composition
Like Huff and Gamble representing the best examples
Of firepower, Pearl handle, DJs behind
The wheels for the quick getaways. We never clear the samples
Deescalate the scandals, current situation markets
Radio popstar sound-alikes looking retarded
Who started this fucking garbage? Was it the artist or the
Greedy, faggot-ass, corporate-office oligarchist? It ain’t
Fucking hard to tell. Which group’s got benefits
Extending the farthest? Which group got members in the millions
Still starving? Becomes the difference, so add
The distinction when measuring the distance of a motley crew
Of perpetrators that critiqued every sentence
Water’s broken, rarely thought-provoking and barely piqued
Any interest. Keep bohemians caught up
In the rapture of my urban rhapsody, masturbation
On track, caught feeling myself like, “Pfft…
I’ma motherfucking rap so deep, but…”
[Hook: Rodan]
Rodan on your mind
He’s the Ruler Of Day And Night
Up under moonlights
Under the moonlights
Rodan’s so divine
He’s the Ruler Of Day And Night
Up under moonlights
Under the moonlights
[Verse 3: Rodan]
National
Geographic cats ran up on the fat rap bastard
Lit his jungle asphalt, left his camp plastered
Time to bag up the bad habit like a biohazard
Ashes scattered, and buried the headless carcass in a
Black casket, matched your rap, crappy gats
Mastered just for a couple of rocks. Told you motherfuckers
I ain’t playing. I knuckle up a lot, quick to bust a block
You faggots really need to stop sucking cock
Free advice from Pope Moreau AKA Dr. Love
Who snuff a cop with the audacity to say
That Theophany is a classic with only ten thousand
On the first go-round, but when a mighty oak tree fall
In the forest and no one is there to see, does it still
Make a sound? By the very nature of the inquisition
Question’s loaded with tricks like, “Which one of these
Weighs more: a brick of trees or a pound of bricks?”
Prioritize and execute. Speed beats strength
And timing beats speed. Map the equation
The right amount of swift force make for perfect time management
Wise historians take heed. Global languages
Written in bloody hieroglyphics for the hematologist
To read
[Outro: Rodan]
Monstas. Come on. What?
[Emcee(s): Rodan]
[Producer(s): M. Moreau (AKA Rodan (?)) and MF DOOM]
[Sample (Multiple Elements): The Jones Girls - “Nights Over Egypt” (0:00)]
[Intro: Rodan]
Monstas. Come on
[Verse 1: Rodan]
In these streets
Eating and breathing, believing, keeping these devils bleeding
Leaving these snitches sleeping with the fish-eyed heathens
Stringing ‘em up, now we’re first-stringing like Willie Beamens
Odds and evens, rhyme to reasons, winter, spring
Summer, fall, the Earth revolve. Freak of natures like
Fifth seasons. Born with the ability to speak
Leapt out the womb grown, prophecies and predictions
Full moon blown. On the grade-A, New York City
Skyline look like a silhouetted, giant tombstone
Eternally marked final resting place of fake gold
And fools’ bones. ‘Til that fateful day, we got the
Next-school sewn with common threads, a golden line
Of pharmaceuticals, mechanics that’s irrefutable
Immoveable and immutable like the sweet science
Of pugilism. At the same moment, both brutal and beautiful
Unusual suspects. Color combined
The divine with the subhuman, sublime communion
E pluribus unum. Next time, find me
Communicating with Fidel Castro. Went from smoking
Newports to smoking Cubans. Whoo!
[Hook: Rodan]
Rodan on your mind
He’s the Ruler Of Day And Night
Up under moonlights
Under the moonlights
Rodan’s so divine
He’s the Ruler Of Day And Night
Up under moonlights
Under the moonlights
[Verse 2: Rodan]
We perform
The rites of passage with the proud biochemistry, saying
Motherfuck a February. One day on the calendar?
That ain’t Black History. Learnt the One to Ninety-Nine composition
Like Huff and Gamble representing the best examples
Of firepower, Pearl handle, DJs behind
The wheels for the quick getaways. We never clear the samples
Deescalate the scandals, current situation markets
Radio popstar sound-alikes looking retarded
Who started this fucking garbage? Was it the artist or the
Greedy, faggot-ass, corporate-office oligarchist? It ain’t
Fucking hard to tell. Which group’s got benefits
Extending the farthest? Which group got members in the millions
Still starving? Becomes the difference, so add
The distinction when measuring the distance of a motley crew
Of perpetrators that critiqued every sentence
Water’s broken, rarely thought-provoking and barely piqued
Any interest. Keep bohemians caught up
In the rapture of my urban rhapsody, masturbation
On track, caught feeling myself like, “Pfft…
I’ma motherfucking rap so deep, but…”
[Hook: Rodan]
Rodan on your mind
He’s the Ruler Of Day And Night
Up under moonlights
Under the moonlights
Rodan’s so divine
He’s the Ruler Of Day And Night
Up under moonlights
Under the moonlights
[Verse 3: Rodan]
National
Geographic cats ran up on the fat rap bastard
Lit his jungle asphalt, left his camp plastered
Time to bag up the bad habit like a biohazard
Ashes scattered, and buried the headless carcass in a
Black casket, matched your rap, crappy gats
Mastered just for a couple of rocks. Told you motherfuckers
I ain’t playing. I knuckle up a lot, quick to bust a block
You faggots really need to stop sucking cock
Free advice from Pope Moreau AKA Dr. Love
Who snuff a cop with the audacity to say
That Theophany is a classic with only ten thousand
On the first go-round, but when a mighty oak tree fall
In the forest and no one is there to see, does it still
Make a sound? By the very nature of the inquisition
Question’s loaded with tricks like, “Which one of these
Weighs more: a brick of trees or a pound of bricks?”
Prioritize and execute. Speed beats strength
And timing beats speed. Map the equation
The right amount of swift force make for perfect time management
Wise historians take heed. Global languages
Written in bloody hieroglyphics for the hematologist
To read
[Outro: Rodan]
Monstas. Come on. What?
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