Songtexte Monkey Bars - Horrorshow , Triple One

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Bruh, I haven't heard you kick bars in a minute, man
I reckon you can do this still
Bro, I swear, Obie, back in the day
Sol used to have those bars, bro
Bruh, rap music used to have bars, bro
I thought I was old
Yeah
I thought it was all that real hip hop, bro
Yeah, where's all those bars at?
Yeah, it's been a minute, buddy
Oh, y'all wanna hear me kick some bars, huh?
Yeah, bro, yeah, bro, you ain't on the bars, bro
All right then
What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What?
Bro, on the 64
Karate Kid Solo up in this
Yo, yo

Yo, this that monkey magic
That rabbit out the hat trick, Adit made another classic
We put the signal in the sky, they going fucking batshit
These rappers all up in my ear, goddamn, enough with that shit
(Could you be trying any harder?)
We some party starters, y'all some party poopers
Spreading rumours while we pouring liquor
Out like R.I.P. (We hardly knew ya)
And after the after party, I'm passing out in the lobby
Having an out of body, telling Gary I'm sorry
Then I'm spewing out the van, yeah, I call that shit a drive-by
Then I'm saying night-night, rewind for the highlights
One Dayers, triple one, this ain't nothing, do this shit for fun
Ten years in the game and feeling like I just begun

Autumn, winter to the spring and the summer's ours
'Cause we spitting flames, swinging from the monkey bars
We just pull the strings, y'all know who the puppets are
Beats banging, got 'em hanging off the monkey bars
Fuck the fame, fast women and the money calls
Yeah, hands up in the air, swinging from the monkey bars
Want a pass or test? Then you better study hard
Catch us after class, swinging from the monkey bars

Hands up for the mayhem
Hear the crowd say amen
Hands out for the pavement
Pour it up and never say when
Levitate till the morning
Dreaming big, living lawless
Wishing I could say I'm sorry
Remedy'll make you calm, yeah

Rap-ba-da-boom
They checking out my faction, want action, I'm with my crew
They freshing out my jacket and backing up on my shoes
They spinning us on fractions, I'm talking 'bout ones and twos
Head snapping, pop cracking, T-O no lacking
I'm rapping, racking packets, can't stop the top of the ones
Monkey bar, I swing it so swiftly, turn
This chopper to dust and I feel alone
I run it up, fuck it up too, champ
You turn to dust like a toucan
Fuck what I said
Cracking a brew and I'm too tense, ooh

Hit the floor, I'm off Whitney
Close the door, we got sixteen bars
And I wouldn't wanna run it up unless you're calm
And you're ready with a roar as fuck (Boosh)
Shut them all, I'm on Pitt Street
Off my face at a striptease
Near with a penny and a sippy cup
I hit the jaw on a headie with a fisty, 'cause
Clean sheet, my habits are knee deep
We rapping you rabbits around the back of a pole
Snapping packets on a Sabbath, leave my gamma control
See that shine up on that Chevy, turning diamonds to gold
And gold to bass, the bass hits, kids are going apeshit
Hanging from the bars till I need a fucking facelift
Face this, Solo in the city, rocking riddims like it's Cambridge
No more fucking with me, got the rhythm like it's basic, uh

Autumn, winter to the spring and the summer's ours
'Cause we spitting flames, swinging from the monkey bars
We just pull the strings, y'all know who the puppets are
Beats banging, got 'em hanging off the monkey bars
Fuck the fame, fast women and the money calls
Yeah, hands up in the air, swinging from the monkey bars
Want a pass or test? Then you better study hard
Catch us after class, swinging from the monkey bars
,& Solo
Sky from the top of us
Through this
On the
Swing from the monkey bars
Catch me swinging from the bars
Probably swigging from a flask
I might end up in a cast
Here we go again
Spitting on Sitar's
We be practicing the art
So don't ask 'cause you know it's again