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 dick

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 bitchslap 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 shit

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 shit 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 f**kin' 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