Flying Monkeys

作曲 : Justin Coleman

Purely by classification, I'm way more advantageous

Break it down and roll it up, in them RAW rollin' papers

Sittin' watchin' Roland Bishop, put a few in Radames

Thinkin' to myself, while these sharks are swimmin' in my head

I'm a prehistoric carnivore, they thought we are were dead

Twenty-seven hundred volumes deep, we just gettin' started

Never weep for the departed, immortalize and then restart it

Chisel a masterpiece outta marble, and dedicate to Marvin

Yeah the one who was free-basin' hard, until his daddy shot him

Shit was crazy, like when Dennis Rodman was f**kin' Madonna

Everybody gotta problem, some don't have enough dolla's

So who never had a father, that never really bothered

To ever meet second son, and one and only daughter

I know these unprecedented circumstances, spark the knowledge You possessed in your former life, didn't learn in college

Never chase a tornado, flying monkeys don't negotiate

Flying monkeys don't negotiate

They just paper-chase and play'a-hate

As I parasail thru these clouds

Smokin' very really hella loud

Flying monkeys don't negotiate

They just paper-chase and play'a-hate

As I parasail thru these clouds

Smokin' very really hella loud

The decent is somewhat jarring, so just don't forget to breathe

Life-vest beneath the seat, but there really is no need

Pull a wild card *****es, when the brakes begin to bleed

The pedestrians panic, stampede reapin' havoc

Sippin' whiskey outta chalice, his aggression isn't passive

Got charged with possession, prosecutor was bastard

Didn't matter, 'cause the judge was in his pocket

Take the money out the envelope, don't bother to count it

You insulted his intelligence, chronic lack of common sense

Time-lapse until prevalent, pinpoint the relevance

And when ya' got ya' story straight, I'm stayin' at the Watergate

Top story God level, on the roof I meditate

Clear my mind for a moment, while I celebrate the chosen

Unforgiving 'cause I'm golden, rip the molar out I'm swollen

Drippin' blood on my clothin', think the doctor was withholdin'

Don't fly off the merry-go-round, broken bones hurt

Broken bones hurt

Wipe ya' shirt and get back to work

If ya' mission be compromised

Close ya' mouth and open up ya' eyes

Broken bones hurt

Wipe ya' shirt and get back to work

If ya' mission be compromised

Close ya' mouth and open up ya' eyes

When I look down, I see nineteen ninety-nine

Seventh grade brand new, midnight metallic blue

Look up and time flies, from sunset to sunrise

It subsides, while it sublets sections of my mind

No protection from inside, so the Smith and Wesson sits aside

Left it runnin', left it in drive

No assumptions just enjoy the ride, but don't forget to recognize Your misidentified, the witness can't be found

Booked a flight to Madagascar, money and a passport

Fast car crash course, found him dead black Porsche

Ironically his honesty, kinda cut his life short

Left the buyer waitin' in the lobby, at the airport

It's funny when the prodigy, perceives it illogically

Will he win the big game, yeah probably

Flip the play and change the snap count, call it quality

F**k pasteurized, nigga this is fresh squeezed

F**k pasteurized this is fresh squeezed

I need another glass and some mo' trees

Tell the man behind the table let it breathe

Play another 'cause I don't wanna leavePurely by classification, I'm way more advantageous