Correction Lyrics Monkey Bars (G-Mix) by Horrorshow

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It's the remix
Uh

Yeah, look
I rap like an uzi sprayin', lil chimp, I'm a Super Saiyan
That's apesh*t (Yeah), [?] butter soufflé when I bake sh*t (Ah sh*t)
and I'm out for what they owe us
That's all the rent they owin', got their nose outta joint like Owen
([?]) C'mon bah, I got the bars, twice as Black, half the cast
Triple One, I go hard, get it done, f**k it off ([?])
Call me a monkey, bet I'll bite your f**kin' face off ([?])
Got spears for 'em (Yeah), like me and Goodesy from the same cloth, argh

Yo, check it, it's game time, you steppin' the ring with a canine
You don't wanna spar with a great mind, them rapper's highest bar is my baseline, ayo
They knowin' me like [?] my appetite big, I'm goin' to feast, can do all this sh*t
From deep in my sleep, you heard what I said, I do this with ease
I come from the West, everything blessed, came up from the village and beat all the stress (Yes)
I've seen when they step, they think they can test, they say they got bars, I'm barely impressed, yeah
Solo hit me on text, [?] jumped on the jungle gym with the flex (Flex)
Them boys don't even have hair on they chest, I'm Wolverine, man, you can get X'd, argh

Hold up, vibe change when I show up
I focus on my insight, yeah, you see my spirit glow up, uh
All you monkeys writin' bars for clout for your bank account
Up on the mic just for your likes, pull down, refresh the amounts
Keep a mystic and magic carpet [?] average
Call me Aladdin, so pretty as f**k like I'm Jasmine
Catch me cruisin' through the Westside, windows down [?]
Y'all say you came to kill it but me, I came to give it life, uh

Yeah, uh
I'm a visceral visionary, multi-disciplinary
So much so that all the bits you bit from me is varied
Been on the infinite glow up like the image of Mary
And my greatest work is still out in front of me, sh*t is scary
I got stoners on my left illuminated by they lighters
On my right I see a overcrowded station full of riders
When you came up out a home [?] havin' only one provider
Situations either break you or they make you a survivor, you know?

Yah
You pour me a drink and I scull it, [?] we poppin' like lottery numbers
I'm swingin' on bars like I'm Curious George, I'm [?] like a tundra
Keep it one-hundred, gas in my fire like Bunsens, flowin' combustion
Whatever I touch is like Arc de Triomphe and y'all are still under construction
I handle bars like I'm Armstrong, the Tour de France [?] next song
The rest can't flow like escargot [?] show for the function
I was on bills like Hillary, now it's no skill, all trickery
How they gonna say I can't hang with the team? I'm the MVP when they pickin' me

Oh my God, is she back? Does she think she can rap?
Should I run a ring around 'em like I'm Saturn on the track?
'Cause I'm meant to sparkle like Meghan Markle, forgot my wallet when I left the castle (Yeah)
Tryna make me feel small? (Nope) I'm not Paul Rudd, not a set on Marvel, like (Hey)
in a cab with the CashDirect doin' dirty deals with Gladys, uh
Swear I'm the best in the business, uh, swear I'm the best and the baddest, uh
Swear if you squint real hard I look just like Felicity Jones
Swear if you wanna see my set you can stand on your tippity-tippity-toes, and I'm out, like

Yeah, Big Smak make the bottom move like a kick drum
Lil Jon when I get crunk, I'm a wog boy doin' fist-bumps like Nick G. (Wog Boy)
Aussie-Greek up in the mainstream, my pop came from dirt but then he crossed seas
So I'm cookin' up all these pop beats tryna serve the masses like a hot feed, damn
I'm tryna study but chicks in my DMs are sendin' me snaps, lad (Woo)
Big round thing on an iPhone cam, now that's what I call a flashback (Ha)
Bank card and a backpack ([?]), that's all I need to make a fat stack (Uh)
N-to-the-E-to-the-R-V-E and I mean business like Nasdaq
Yeah, that's that, Brissy boys up on the track, lad
If you wanna know who's hot in the city, we NO.ONE, check the hashtag then
Yeah (Woo), that's the Network, kid, yeah, baby, we get workin'
Everybody tryna do it, I go DJ Khaled, we the best version (We the best)
At this point I'm takin' the p*ss (Ha), but it gets worse
I could give your whole discography lift off with my next verse
(f**k off) Go suck that till your neck hurt
I put the no in effort and I put oh's in the bank so get yours or get burned

As hard as I can I'm grabbin' the bars and I'm swingin' like puttin' my keys in the bowl
We back in the session, natural selection, my man, just look at how we have evolved, uh (Now we in control)
They tryna make deals, lookin' like [?] on patrol (Ha-ha-ha)
whatever I spit is hot property, give it a week and it's sold (Sold)
And the price goin' up like an arts degree while they would'a, could'a, should'a like carpentry (Yeah)
I'm not tryna be a d**k but I'm hard to beat (Ha-ha), Karate Kid Solo with the martial artistry ([?])
Make a few phone calls, get half the scene to come join the menagerie
It's a masterclass, another motherf**kin' masterpiece with a whole class of starvin' artists (Yeah, yeah)
Goin' bananas like you can't believe, goin' hard as hard can be (Uh, uh, uh)
To come through with the monkey bars, so peace

Autumn, winter to the spring and the summer’s ours
'Cause we spittin' flames, swingin' from the monkey bars
We just pull the strings, y’all know who the puppets are
Beats banging, got ‘em hangin' off the monkey bars
f**k the fame, fast women and the money, cars
(Yeah) Hands up in the air, swingin' from the monkey bars
Wanna pass the test? Then you better study hard
Catch us after class swinging from the monkey bars

Yeah, that's right. We done did it. No more monkey business. Nooky. L-Fresh. Nardean. Lil Dijon on the hook. My man, Jimmy Nice. Talakai. Erica Em. Smak. Nerve. My brother, A-Diddy on the beat. And of course, my good self. Horrorshow, 2020, and we out.

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