Monkey Bars (Live) - Flow Tribe

{This record is particularly good for the youngsters Now you get right to the procedure} Now what do you like the most about this? Conflict, consequence, constant evidence A classic content communicated conference Whether five or six, whether a number misprint Or if it seems that you heard it before If you thought that you would never hear it no more You should never doubt when we runnin' word o' mouth Be concerned about your health Let's go wait, wait yaself Now you know us but it's not the cold crush Four MC's so we ain't the furious Not the force MC's or the three from treacherous It's a blast from the past from the moment we bust From whatever we touch, we hold platinum plus But if our shit go rust, still in god we trust 'Cause it's the second coming, display a rhyme so stunning We keep it runnin, and give a shoutout to London And keep it all, and still perform till the early morn' Sunset till dawn I got a word abundance, hold pens by the hundreds Top speed, guaranteed, we still runnin' I be boombastic with my terror tactics Why you actin' plastic treatin all ya fans like fanatics We be the upper pair comin' air-tight like tupperware Fuck a fear, press ya luck and beware the brigadier Yea, DJ's be spinnin' the records that make up the music So people can focus whenever the mic has been passed to me {The more drums we have in our kit, the more jobs we can handle We gonna take a break here} Let's go, wait, wait yaself Je m'appelle A K I L, known to exhale when I inhale And you can tell when in the crew I do my duty O And swung to the studio J 5 let the beat bounce That's what counts without a doubt So sup grab the mic and pull the magic out ya mouth We be the rhythm kings, plus rhyme channelings {I could snare anything, go ahead} Snare, snare, snare, snare, snare, snare, snare Snare, snare, snare, snare, snare, snare, snare Snare, snare, snare, snare, snare, snare, snare Light MC can't match this phatness so we practice Burnin' through walls of wackness Yo, two MCs add a little more spice So we concentrate on mic's to keepin' parties tight Three MC's underground and worldwide Surgeon general notify that the five is certified Four MC's at your door once more When it rains, it pours from the heavens to the earth floor Five elements, vocal instruments Super extra strength hip hop activist Five for your mind no time and intertwine Roll with the rhymes sunset to sunrise Five you should know, when we flow You get what you lookin' for Five terrorize ya enterprise 'Cuz we don't shoot until we see the whites of ya eyes Non-stop, real rhyme rockin Disc jockeys out record shoppin' Writers doin graphs so bring ya pop lockin' We incorporate the whole of hip hoppin', non-stop We keep it up to par From the metal monkey bars to concrete school yards It's like written Arabic, comin' from right to left It's hot to def so take a breath and Wait, wait yourself

We are playing in the monkey bars Sittin' by the streets just countin' the cars We are running from place to place We're running around, like we're in a rat race Monkey bars Swingin' stars Countin' the cars By the monkey bars We've got a job in the Amazon Everyone's a jungle, out to con We drive for miles and see lots of trees We get home in time to pay our managers fees Monkey bars Swingin' stars Countin' the cars By the monkey bars (Solo) Eatin's easy when you're chimps like us (eep eep) Banana splits are a definite plus Things'll be better when we climb our way out Our hands may slip, but not cause of doubt Monkey bars Swingin' stars Countin' the cars By the monkey bars Monkey bars Swingin' stars Settin' up those pars By the monkey bars

I'm a fleabit peanut monkey And all my friends are junkies That's not really true I'm a cold Italian pizza I could use a lemon squeezer What you do? I've been bit and I've been tossed around By every she-rat in this town Have you? And I am just a monkey man I'm glad you are a monkey woman too I was bitten by a boar I was gouged and I was gored But I pulled on through Yeah, I'm a sack of broken eggs I always have an unmade bed Don't you? And I hope we're not too messianic Or a trifle too satanic But we love to play the blues And I am just a monkey man I'm glad you are a monkey woman too I'm a monkey man I'm a monkey man I'm a monkey man I'm a monkey, monkey man I'm a monkey man I'm a monkey man I'm a monkey, m-m-monkey I'm a monkey, m-m-monkey I'm a monkey, m-m-monkey Monkey, monkey man