Gorilla Militia

Aw yeah, just gettin' warmed up in here I'm a lay it down like this, yo We didn't rush it Kick back and bubbled slow Didn't suck **** Hit gas and rumbled roads Now, can you hear this Magic grumble grow We move like the drums Tic-tac and bumped a toe Spit facts with swift raps Untouchable with syntax To *****slap a slumber With impact to hit past a Hubble probe Spin back to fit massive summer shows (One, two, three, four...) I'll tunes, trip acid undertones ... that sit past the country's coast What if after this batch the bubble blows Lord knows where the chit-chat And mumble's stowed Thrust in the ringmaster's Thunderdome ... with big cats with Wonder Dough But through all the mish-mash I wonder, bro With that **** I predict tragic troubles so I bring it back To this patch and drummers know Make peace to whiplash Up under his dome And pitch black with knick-knacks I fumble flow to fit tracks And this cracks the puzzle's code And infact since slick chaps Have bummed me clothes We're trailblazin' a lit path by jungle's glow So with a spliff... I sit back in the Bliss bachelor's bungalow Direct from the **** shack At Lover's Grove I sit back with a six-pack and... 'cause this lad will Bring back a bucket-load ... thick hash And zigzags on buffaloes I twist raps, I flip raps, you ****in' know So kick back, Big Macka's comin' home No rich rags, I kick back So it's touch and go (One, two, three, four...) So splish splash, click clack Let's bust a flow (Aw yeah...) Yo, when I start to get busy I'm off from Sin City There's no turning back Once Macka's on the track I'm like Jack Frost With a heatwave of new **** (One, two, three, four...) So back off as I reclaim this music Yo, I'm a tell it how it is This is B.E.I. and I ain't Sellin' out for ****, so Now you know who Spits the raw sound And taught these kids How to kick the door down Hours in the air, run for cover This world loves hatin' As the young may suffer It's like there's a Huge hunt for butter But, funny thing is we All try to hunt for cover (One, two, three, four... Crank this *****! it's BNE... BNE...)