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Here long before you

Just because we're having a say so
Not lining up to be Play-Doh
In five years time will it be
Who the fuck's arctic monkeys
the rivalry
They the ones who raised us
Turned us into cage nuts
They're what we're afraid of
They are why we ain't us
They the reason we constantly livin'
away quickity-quick 
On the plane to South Central 
Never get played by the monkey wrench ho 
Steady mobbin' I'm just like Robin Hood 
Up to no good,
platoon leader  but woken by enemy heaters 

Juggernot  on the block  lash shots at armed retreaters 

Why teach it to the utmost unified? 

Fuck
Presidents to represent me

Well I was fit that wonderama shit
Me and my conglomerate
Share remain anonymous
Caught up in the finest shit

Live out by
fuck her too
Together we can play a game of swi-cha-are you
I ain't the type who gets all mushy
I like to sit back
And watch them eat each other's pussy!
piece
I'm the blueprint, I have your clothes
Lookin' like they was designed by bullet holes and shoe prints
When I bless a joint, it's like Spock
Came up
my house 

'Fore I grab you by your hair and slap dick to your mouth 

Bob Digi, yeah you know who is he 

Girl, I fucking slave trade your ass
my city then you choke 

[Chorus]

C-O-M-P-T-O-N 

Punk motherfuckers get two to the chin 
I don't give a fuck what ya got or who you know
die together
As long as I send your maggot ass to the essence
I don't give a fuck about my presence
I'm lost in the blocks of hate and can't wait
For
die together
As long as I send your maggot ass to the essence
I don't give a fuck about my presence
I'm lost in the blocks of hate and can't wait
For
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you

Zim zima, who got the key to my bee ma?
Jack moves that's how we act when we team up yo yo yo yo
Yo yo yo
of that brass monkey on some drunkie shit
You R&B fake rappers suck a monkey dick
I'm from back in the days
with the Christmas for haze
on my back,
brass monkey on some drunkie shit
You, R&B fake rappers suck a monkey dick

I'm from back in the days with the Christmas
For haze on my back, stripped out
got the somali, rolls on my mind 

[Geechie Suede] 
In france I dance by the moon 
Sailin' from cancun, steamin' vega's lace 
Limpin' with some
Louie
Cause my slug of rocks by my side on the daily
It talks to me, it tells me who to ride on (ride on)
We are a team and it's your life we decide
by the superpowers of the industry
To the third world underground of the streets

This is for all those who have been labeled extremists
Maniacs,
entertaining us like monkeys
As for riding shotgun fuck that I'll be in the back countin my riches
That way I can keep my fuckin eyes on all you bitchez
on the spot 
I'm more chillier than Dennis-in 
Finishin' up my zip 
Quick to make my grip 
You fuck around and get licked 
By the Luni click 
So that
the mutherfuckin names the same
Cause we think being a bald head bitch is a god damn shame

[Verse 1]
What the fuck is goin on in this god damn world
What are you
Knuckleheads spreadin' gossip all over town 
Every time I drive by you're just standin' around 
Hundred-bottles in your pocket, forty-dog in your
Patent leather Bapes uh, uh! Closet like planet of the Bape!
Monkey see, monkey do, monkeys following in place
Like I'm living in an episode of Planet
chopper put in check
Big body on broaders, that's all I know
Mansion on Washetona 6 figures on the floor
Double R and DR watched by Uptown security
shit we need our parade
I'm a park this float out front and let the speakers play

We let the speakers play
Until the tweeters are leaking liters
epidenmics
Injecting the public in clinics 
Then when the truth comes out "You black people are so paranoid" 
But WHO murdered Africa the World Health