Tekster:
Crime Fighting Monkey

up, stand up? It's time to get up, get up, get up Why don't you stand up, stand up? It's time to start a fight Monkey see, monkey do But all they see

, straight out the fuckin' dungeons of rap Where fake niggaz don't make it back I don't know how to start this shit, yo, now Rappers I monkey flip them

parents like you're three years old Instead of walkin' like you're limp and talkin' yang about me Why don't you take your monkey-ass and get a college

for Nada You taught us, to follow orders 'Cuz I'm the baby, dun gotta Monkey see, ah ah Monkey do no more The fun stops here What's the score We might start a play fight

God wants a clean fight What God wants God gets Don't look so surprised It's only dogma The alien prophet cried The beetle and the springbok Took the Bible from its hook The monkey

echo of a solitary siren One that pushes me along and leaves me so Desperate and Ravenous I'm so weak and powerless over you Someone feed the monkey

me 'Cause I'm a killer nigga baller Servin' up the 3rd ward Cali or New Orla' Nigga like the Devil with the motherfuckin' red prints Fight me like a monkey

them lines Crooked reciting these rhymes Givin' sight to the blind In the dark my recital will shine light in ya mind Like God cipher divine I'm a fight

for notta You taught us, to follow orders Cuz I'm the baby, dun gotta Monkey see (ah ah) Monkey do no more The fun stops here What's the score We might start a play fight