stream this song | open this song in your browser | back to album page | back to homepage Monkeys With Clothes On Track 4 from "I.P.O.P.I.F." by proGrammar Chorus: We're just monkeys with clothes on Monkeys with clothes on Monkeys with clothes on Monkeys with clothes on The importance of our lives is about the size of a boson That's why I concentrate on getting funkyass flows on (repeat) I take you here... I take you there... I'm everywhere! My shit's a handful of Nair; emcees are leg hair. I like 'em, I listen. Otherwise, I'm dissin'. The sound of dish-crashin' bitchin', I'm cool with missin'. Rocketlauncher projectile, through the air is hissin'. Cause I'm blowing up both coasts just like Snake Plisskin. Nah, nah, nah, check it. See, wreckin' it kid is my directive. You started hiphop as a senior year elective. Pre-requisite of rockin' it is stoppin' it, all the crappin'. Rappin', not violence and sex, should be the cause for clappin'. As long as you're lappin' it up, pup, I'd really like to remember T o reach out and touch your brain just to dismember Your wack bodies of thought strung together like a mannequin. Happen-stance synapses send happy fools panickin'. Don't think to tread lightly through the portal of my brain. Heartier than you have exited insane! And they were the lucky ones; the plucky mic endeaverors. A majority of competitors end up as stiff cadavers. I elaborate my position: no bitchin', no dissin'. Humans rarely begin to amaze me, or faze my proposition. To elevate ourselves through evolution we be itchin' B ut we stop ourselves short human convenience contradiction (repeat thrice) Chorus Point number two. I point to you. What do you do on a daily basis to erase stigmatization? The center of your universe is you, and rightly should be. But think of the perfect person, and what that person would be. Now understand, everything that person would be you could be. Is there a reason to naysay the fact that she should, G, or he should, Be good to the best of his imaginings possible? Work out your discrepancies. Don't ossify into fossil! What is the point of life if shite is waived as human character? A derringer I keep up my sleeve for ill characters. Point number three. I point to me. How could I be remiss in excluding myself from this dis? I'm just a human. As wack as any other. Sperm from my father, oocyte from my mother. I try an get a glimpse of what the fuck is going on but more often than not I'm just as blinded by the dawn T hat is human complexity. We're really quite amazing. Too bad we rest on our laurels get complacent become lazy. Universally, we're nowhere. But we sure think were something! A whiff of potato in a steaming cosmic dumpling. Whatever. I'm down to think our history quite a mystery But when its time to save ourselves I'm happy if you'd miss me... Chorus stream this song | open this song in your browser | back to album page | back to homepage