(Verse 1) We're just monkeying around with you mother fucks Oh, we ain't? Damn, just your luck Monkeyian mindset is just a mental construct Simian biceps flip garbage trucks Hairy chests, goin' for dolo Carjacked Han Solo Doin' warp factor 9 in reversal playin Toto This ain't rap, this is words and beats make a fucking porno, Just to punctuate The promo, of the primate Been puttin' this banana papyrus to ink, Tryin' to make the lines bleed simian think, But my thought prossess has been harmed by the smart bomb, I draw straight lines, it turns out all orangutan octogons, You say 'Don't touch you'? I'm tryin to give it to you paws on, It's all fun and games til them lab chimps on your front lawn, Gorilla house doors left open by Monkey Bar Sean, And now Mighty Joe Young done broke his bonds... (chorus) See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil (8x) (Verse 2) We dropped a chunk of lyrical potluck on you mother fucks, Out runnin' amok 'cause they ain't make sure the gate was shut, Curlin' a banana Dutch, with the monkey paw death touch, But you see how power corrupts? You done used all your wishes up, Once know for throwin' bones & knockin' over obelisks, But 2001 has been passed, where's my flying car travel kit? My promised banana split? Just political piles of tricks, And you wonder why I'm throwing fits and bit everybody in the orchestra pit? I'm giving monkey bites tryin' to wake you to the plight, 'Cause you can only see the plague virus with ultraviolet light, But you'll be alright, carriers are universal, Try to triangulate your thoughts, get simian semi-circles, Don't fight it, get inside it, give in to the fire, 'Cause while they sleep and they grind, we conspire... (chorus) (Verse 3) We just spelunked into some new funk on you mother fucks, Paranoid primates with banana bombs blowin' shit up, Oh, that ain't us? We build decoys, beware the blunderbuss, We only speak in sign language in front of the cameras, We've got a status quo we've gotta maintain, 'Cause a lot of cultures now enjoy dinin' on chilled monkey brain, But mines been diced and served on crushed ice, fam, I'm drawing circles but keep getting primate parallelograms, Keep my filthy ape paws off? I'm just tryin' to touch you, fam, I'm just the monkey next to the organ grinder man, Or, at least that's the plan: collect data, return to base, It's all jokes til they ship you off to space without a suitcase, And I ain't even got no round trip ticket in this bitch, Think I'm goin' out like this? Watch what happens when I hit this switch...