Dope D.O.D - The Island

[Verse 1: Jay Reaper]
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.

[Verse 2: Jay Reaper]
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
I'ma 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!

[Verse 3: Skits Vicious]
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...

[Verse 4: Skits Vicious]
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...
On the rocks...
The Island belongs to us....