General Monk Lyrics
"Standing Ovation"

Killer calligraphy, musical misery
My delivery's polygamy fucking 'em all literally
Don't get it twist fist clutching that big shit
Monkey flip bananas for a hit of that swiss miss dolly parton
Money market mark of the beast barkin' keep talking
We put your people in the coffins dig
Dangerous dark general monks march
And put a foot in your chart
When the pump spark
You a punk mark whatever bitch, catch a fade
Get a jump start jump ship you running late
You a dollar short sharpen your tools
Pay homage what the science like knowledge the jewels
You see the crescent half moon gorilla monsoon hit your section
Like it was tatted by cartoon,
The most deadly, chef'n up the hood medly
In that ESBE hoodie you see my chain heavy

G Shit bitch bitch we the shit and you not period, so
No need to look all surprised and mysterious yo
My killer clan from Cee Aye to Japan guaranteed to stimulate you
and your pineal gland You don't stop, this is hip hop baby
Roll something, sip something while it's jumping watch the gods go crazy
I let a hundred stacks scratch your face
Papi Mason cake hustling, the opposite of Pastor Mase
I'm for the re-up, pump yourself up to get beat up
Dessert eagles'll cook you like some honey roasted peanuts
Cause most of you all niggers is sweet
Fuck rap I'll approach in a flash with the heat on the street
And we can shoot it out clip for clip
Fuck with this dangerousness so we can see who's really the shit
it be the arm, leg, leg, arm head
Infrared on the teck, itching to have it out with the feds
I'm a rebel to you devils
My third eye is infinite sight
As far as rap my profile is on another level

Fuck yeah, we bang out empty the whole fucking clip
Leave no witnesses for the hang out
Machine gun funk who wanna dump
We got back up guns give you the standing ovation, now here is the encore.

Thanks to Andrei