Monkey Suit

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Monkey Suit by Madvillain

Monkey Suit Lyrics

[00:17.61] Villain'll hold the mic like he's mean and his tummy hurt
[00:20.09] In a clean pair, ripped jeans and a bummy shirt
[00:22.62] Wonderin' would you clap your hands if he was friendly?
[00:25.18] Dapper Dan dipped and pretend to be Fendi and gold sellin'
[00:28.95] No tellin', slap a fan hand down, tell 'em "no yellin"
[00:32.83] DOOM all capitals, no trick spellin'
[00:35.21] Got what it take to get it through your thick melon
[00:37.82] (Woop, woosh)
[00:39.19] Fresh witty city skits
[00:40.47] When he get wreck, pretty emcees catch titty fits
[00:43.05] Told them call the cops, just don't hold your breath
[00:45.24] For the ball to drop
[00:46.11] Better yet, hold on to your halter top
[00:48.15] Kept reppin', steppin' in hotta
[00:50.80] Ignoring pigs like Bigs Top Shotta
[00:52.88] Surviver of a live crew, not out to jive you
[00:55.06] It stings when he laugh when he at the bank drive-thru
[00:57.88] Wylin', get me every red penny
[01:00.34] Sold a lonely only child a imaginary enemy
[01:02.78] When he sees the mask and the microphone gizmo
[01:05.62] He's the broke host this is like his own quiz show
[01:08.55] This go out to all my brothers doin' long bids and sisters
[01:11.36] Who got brothers bein' fathers to the wrong kids
[01:13.52] Stay strong and ride like the funky flute
[01:15.65] Won't find the villain in the street inside no monkey suit
[01:18.75] Or either at the bar in no gorilly bra
[01:21.43] Nor raceway park scoring on no silly car
[01:23.58] Ask the stranger he knows who you really are
[01:25.94] Behind the mask face stay dark, no boring willy star
[01:28.79] Gleaming, dreaming, screaming, he'll be off the heezy soon
[01:30.52] Cunning live rats drive at your steaming greasy spoon
[01:33.64] In participating places tip your waitress'
[01:36.08] A sure fire way to wire, trip the matrices
[01:38.35] Skip ya laces, all black tennis miniature
[01:40.83] Ball stack, gall tall pack, Guinness minister
[01:43.73] Tussle the hustle, cut your dank with dirt
[01:45.88] Won't be in the club in a muscle tank shirt
[01:48.55] You could find 'em in the pub with the grub stain
[01:50.95] Chuggin' on a small tub of pain to his bugged brain
[01:53.87] Sane, some say he plum crazy
[01:56.02] Amazed at how he still get paid but dumb lazy
[01:59.31] That's for him to know and for you to guess
[02:01.11] Won't be caught in a suit vest at no computer desk
[02:03.84] A suede front, maybe may stunt khaki dig
[02:05.86] Not in no braids or no lace-front yaki wig
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From the album: Madvillainy 2: The Madlib Remix