Pumpkinhead - Monkey Shine lyrics

[Intro: Dialogue from the movie "12 Monkeys"] "Look, have any of you heard of The Army of the 12 Monkeys? They, they paint this They, stencil this on the sides of buildings everywhere Have you seen this?" "Mr. Cole?" "Have you seen this?" "Why don't you just take your time And try to explain' this whole thing from the beginning." [Verse 1: GMS] I'm tired of hearin' about your theoretical sk**s Like underground was a miracle pill, like you lyrically ill You could get offered a deal for three quarters a mill And still s** like you underwater, breathin' through gills You enter every battle tryna get a few k**s Get a few thrills and can't write a song that'll sell a few mills You could join Cypress Hill and never “B-Real.” Better to chill The Plague spreadin' will increase your medical bills You worthless (hey). We above the clouds and beneath the surface Any state, city, borough, town where CD's get purchased Even if we re-word this, these words'll leave you nervous Don't ask, don't tell, f*ggot, or you'll be asked to leave the service [Verse 2: Pumpkinhead] It's The Plague man, beatin' us is dead like a graveyard Don't get your head chopped off like "Braveheart" The 12 Monkey Army, move like a bunch of zombies on Harleys We the Angels of apocalypse, not Charlie's I'm the type to beat down a car thief With my son's car seat, and stop his heartbeat (b-boom, b-boom) Y'all don't want beef—y'all all weak. We twelve deep Night of the creeps, we patrol your streets Don't make me blam your team up—you ain't tough! You a Warrior Princess like Xena with C-cups R&B diva on this beat—I bat clean up And got black kids jumpin' like the cast of "Sarafina!" 12 Monkeys is the clique, biohazard's the symbol Y'all fools ain't nimble, your rhymes is simple Don't Erick Sermon your career, it's flyin' out the window How many ways to end you, offend you? Quadruple, six million, reptilian Cold-blooded chameleons hangin' from the ceilin' I paralyze myself, just to k** you with no feelin' Eel skin scaly, move like Hailey's Comet Through the projects, flying objects In a co*kpit with Davy Crockett rockets co*k and bust it, double-barrel musket That could cut down a grizzly to the size of a Teddy Ruxpin [Verse 3: Blitzkrieg] Uhh, Blitz, yo Lightin' in, I strike in the wind, I strike and I win A mic and some Henn' and I'll strike on a whim Ya hype man hypin' at you and I'm hypin' at him Brooklyn belongs to us, I got a right to defend I'm terrific with the freestyle in spite of the pen You hear a freestyle, go home, and write it again So when I go right past the writin' and go right to your chin Those odds swell up, develop, bruise and then tighten the skin You might be a Mighty Mouse but fightin' mightier men We ride in custom choppers with twins, you bikin' on Schwinns We got custom twin choppers that could chop off your limbs This the beginnin' for us, for you a frightenin' end Blitz! [Verse 4: Kameel-Yen] If the beat's perfection, I'm speech injectin' With inflection to make men reach erection Put a TEC to them wannabes, haters, and yes-men Spread quick, dead sh**, k** 'em off from infection It's not just an expression sayin' we're Lethal Weapon Plus there's still Pack, Tone, Stan, Seed, and Session Give your man d**, get cops to arrest me Gangrene boys in blue is your only protection, c'mon [Verse 5: Wild Child] Watch out now! It's so tragic how I add another cadaver quick You'd think I'm on some magic abracadabra sh** Half of you scatter, half of you rappers attract to it Like mag-a-nets. Don't have the strength to smash my elaborate lab Within my labyrinth—The Plague! Collaborative narratives a**a**inate you characters Even the baddest kids disparage when I carry 'em Like Pa**ion of Nazareth, it's so embarra**in' So amateur, low caliber, no stamina Too often awful off and on camera Before my primates get irate You better peel ‘cause we hungry like seven plus five apes [DP One scratches] "Y'all don't want beef, we twelve deep, y'all all weak" - Pumpkinhead "The 12 Monkey Army" - Pumpkinhead "Assa**inate you characters" - Wild Child "The Plague spreadin' will increase your medical bills, you worthless" - GMS "k** 'em off from infection" - Kameel-Yen {*Scratch*} "And fallin' victim to The Plague" - Wyclef Jean "Brooklyn belongs to us, got a right to defend" - Blitzkrieg "12 Monkeys is the clique, biohazard's the symbol" - Pumpkinhead "This the beginnin' for us, for you a frightenin' end" - Blitzkrieg [Outro: Pumpkinhead (singing)] Rosario Dawson, you know you're my boo (my boo) I saw "Alexander" and "Kids", I'm fallin' for youuuu And I know tomorrow, you'll still be the same Cause you got some big a** jugs, girl don't even change cause Eeeee-veryyyyy day, I think of your b**bs in my face Put 'em on the gla** and make 'em shake, with a smile Take time to tell me (to tell me) you'll really care And we can sip this bottle, togetherrrrrr We can drink this Henny (Henny) forever Foreeeeeeeeeeeeverrrrr... touchin' your b**bs {*laughs*}