Gorilla Militia
๐ต 2100 characters
โฑ๏ธ 3:14 duration
๐ ID: 9968838
๐ Lyrics
Aw yeah, just gettin' warmed up in here
I'mma 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...)
Ill 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 mumbles stowed
Thrust in the ringmaster's thunder dome
... 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 in fact 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
I'm off from sin city
There's no turning back
Once Macka's on the track
I'm like Jack Frost
With a heat wave of new shit
(One, two, three, four...)
So back off as I reclaim this music
Yo, i'mma tell it how it is
This is b.e.i. and I ain't
Sellin' out for shit, 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 bitch! It's bne... Bne...)
I'mma 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...)
Ill 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 mumbles stowed
Thrust in the ringmaster's thunder dome
... 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 in fact 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
I'm off from sin city
There's no turning back
Once Macka's on the track
I'm like Jack Frost
With a heat wave of new shit
(One, two, three, four...)
So back off as I reclaim this music
Yo, i'mma tell it how it is
This is b.e.i. and I ain't
Sellin' out for shit, 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 bitch! It's bne... Bne...)
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.39] Aw yeah, just gettin' warmed up in here
[00:04.38] I'mma lay it down like this, yo
[00:07.63] We didn't rush it
[00:08.46] Kick back and bubbled slow
[00:09.60] Didn't suck dick
[00:10.57] Hit gas and rumbled roads
[00:11.88] Now, can you hear this
[00:13.21] Magic grumble grow
[00:14.37] We move like the drums
[00:15.20] Tic-tac and bumped a toe
[00:16.45] Spit facts with swift raps
[00:17.94] Untouchable with syntax
[00:19.65] To bitchslap a slumber
[00:20.87] With impact to hit past a Hubble probe
[00:23.07] Spin back to fit massive summer shows
[00:25.64] (One, two, three, four...)
[00:26.97] Ill tunes, trip acid undertones
[00:27.97] ... That sit past the country's coast
[00:30.08] What if after this batch the bubble blows
[00:32.13] Lord knows where the chit-chat
[00:33.74] And mumbles stowed
[00:34.59] Thrust in the ringmaster's thunder dome
[00:36.56] ... With big cats with wonder dough
[00:38.82] But through all the mish-mash
[00:40.67] I wonder, bro
[00:41.32] With that shit
[00:42.16] I predict tragic troubles so
[00:43.20] I bring it back
[00:44.27] To this patch and drummers know
[00:45.63] Make peace to whiplash
[00:47.26] Up under his dome
[00:48.06] And pitch black with knick-knacks
[00:49.41] I fumble flow to fit tracks
[00:50.59] And this cracks the puzzle's code
[00:52.23] And in fact since slick chaps
[00:53.82] Have bummed me clothes
[00:54.87] We're trailblazin' a lit path by jungle's glow
[00:56.42] So with a spliff...
[00:58.33] I sit back in the bliss bachelor's bungalow
[01:01.24] Direct from the shit shack
[01:07.43] At lover's grove
[01:08.29] I sit back with a six-pack and...
[01:09.79] 'Cause this lad will
[01:11.49] Bring back a bucket-load
[01:12.57] ... Thick hash
[01:13.76] And zigzags on buffaloes
[01:14.73] I twist raps, I flip raps, you f**kin' know
[01:16.74] So kick back, big Macka's comin' home
[01:18.84] No rich rags, I kick back
[01:20.43] So it's touch and go
[01:21.57] (One, two, three, four...)
[01:22.48] So splish splash, click clack
[01:23.40] Let's bust a flow
[01:24.24] (Aw yeah...)
[01:32.60] Yo, when I start to get busy
[01:33.57] I'm off from sin city
[01:34.46] There's no turning back
[01:35.57] Once Macka's on the track
[01:36.87] I'm like Jack Frost
[01:38.03] With a heat wave of new shit
[01:39.20] (One, two, three, four...)
[01:40.53] So back off as I reclaim this music
[01:41.60] Yo, i'mma tell it how it is
[01:43.72] This is b.e.i. and I ain't
[01:44.93] Sellin' out for shit, so
[01:46.34] Now you know who
[01:47.24] Spits the raw sound
[01:48.31] And taught these kids
[01:49.26] How to kick the door down
[01:50.88] Hours in the air, run for cover
[01:52.46] This world loves hatin'
[01:53.89] As the young may suffer
[01:54.77] It's like there's a
[01:56.35] Huge hunt for butter
[01:57.18] But, funny thing is we
[01:58.34] All try to hunt for cover
[01:59.32] (One, two, three, four...
[02:00.02] Crank this bitch! It's bne... Bne...)
[02:11.18]
[00:04.38] I'mma lay it down like this, yo
[00:07.63] We didn't rush it
[00:08.46] Kick back and bubbled slow
[00:09.60] Didn't suck dick
[00:10.57] Hit gas and rumbled roads
[00:11.88] Now, can you hear this
[00:13.21] Magic grumble grow
[00:14.37] We move like the drums
[00:15.20] Tic-tac and bumped a toe
[00:16.45] Spit facts with swift raps
[00:17.94] Untouchable with syntax
[00:19.65] To bitchslap a slumber
[00:20.87] With impact to hit past a Hubble probe
[00:23.07] Spin back to fit massive summer shows
[00:25.64] (One, two, three, four...)
[00:26.97] Ill tunes, trip acid undertones
[00:27.97] ... That sit past the country's coast
[00:30.08] What if after this batch the bubble blows
[00:32.13] Lord knows where the chit-chat
[00:33.74] And mumbles stowed
[00:34.59] Thrust in the ringmaster's thunder dome
[00:36.56] ... With big cats with wonder dough
[00:38.82] But through all the mish-mash
[00:40.67] I wonder, bro
[00:41.32] With that shit
[00:42.16] I predict tragic troubles so
[00:43.20] I bring it back
[00:44.27] To this patch and drummers know
[00:45.63] Make peace to whiplash
[00:47.26] Up under his dome
[00:48.06] And pitch black with knick-knacks
[00:49.41] I fumble flow to fit tracks
[00:50.59] And this cracks the puzzle's code
[00:52.23] And in fact since slick chaps
[00:53.82] Have bummed me clothes
[00:54.87] We're trailblazin' a lit path by jungle's glow
[00:56.42] So with a spliff...
[00:58.33] I sit back in the bliss bachelor's bungalow
[01:01.24] Direct from the shit shack
[01:07.43] At lover's grove
[01:08.29] I sit back with a six-pack and...
[01:09.79] 'Cause this lad will
[01:11.49] Bring back a bucket-load
[01:12.57] ... Thick hash
[01:13.76] And zigzags on buffaloes
[01:14.73] I twist raps, I flip raps, you f**kin' know
[01:16.74] So kick back, big Macka's comin' home
[01:18.84] No rich rags, I kick back
[01:20.43] So it's touch and go
[01:21.57] (One, two, three, four...)
[01:22.48] So splish splash, click clack
[01:23.40] Let's bust a flow
[01:24.24] (Aw yeah...)
[01:32.60] Yo, when I start to get busy
[01:33.57] I'm off from sin city
[01:34.46] There's no turning back
[01:35.57] Once Macka's on the track
[01:36.87] I'm like Jack Frost
[01:38.03] With a heat wave of new shit
[01:39.20] (One, two, three, four...)
[01:40.53] So back off as I reclaim this music
[01:41.60] Yo, i'mma tell it how it is
[01:43.72] This is b.e.i. and I ain't
[01:44.93] Sellin' out for shit, so
[01:46.34] Now you know who
[01:47.24] Spits the raw sound
[01:48.31] And taught these kids
[01:49.26] How to kick the door down
[01:50.88] Hours in the air, run for cover
[01:52.46] This world loves hatin'
[01:53.89] As the young may suffer
[01:54.77] It's like there's a
[01:56.35] Huge hunt for butter
[01:57.18] But, funny thing is we
[01:58.34] All try to hunt for cover
[01:59.32] (One, two, three, four...
[02:00.02] Crank this bitch! It's bne... Bne...)
[02:11.18]