Monsters - Bambu

Okay, soooo.

What would you call a person that has so much money and lives in a

giant castle?

And this person, makes all this money, he has all these things

that he doesn’t need and the way he gets it is by hurting people?

Even though people might die, um, people could get separated from their

mommies and daddies… um, that person doesn’t care.

As long as that person, um,

is making a lot of money.

That person doesn’t mind hurting people.

What would you call that kind of person?

They’re monsters daddy

I can’t tell lies to ya baby, the boogie monster is alive

He dances to the sound of money falling from the sky

The sound’s so loud he can’t hear the party calling

It don’t stop and ah, it don’t stop

So loud he can’t hear all of my Day One’s calling

It don’t stop and ah, it don’t stop

So loud I bet they hear it when ah, they all mobbing

It’s don’t stop and ah, it don’t stop, na na

It don’t stop, uh uh, it don’t stop, uh uh, it don’t stop, uh uh

It don’t stop

Good night

A transmission from the planet Earth

When we block out the sun by putting gases in the atmosphere

Southsider till I’m plant food

Long as I lived around these lame ass rap busters, it’s that dude

The dude who looked the boogie man square in the eye

Bought the lie and sold it back and I’ll be read' until I die

can set his art up in Manila

Call in all ralliestas we gon' make them all remember

It’s the anti boogie man

Killer of the greedy man

Sinner I don’t give a fuck the Bible is a fucking sham

Only thing that’s real is that I rep mine

You front like you Christ like I nail you to a stop sign

It don’t stop and uh, it don’t stop

Perdoname madre por mi vida loca

The music that’ll sooth ya like Indian flutes to cobras

Let me see ya hands, high

And not behind ya back

And not on top ya head and as a matter of fact

The laws are different where you stay

So study up cause they can buddy up

And fuck you up for just being associated

With the type of stereotypes they’re trained to put in the prison

So a private company can make some money off a system

Buying prisons up, filing through a tax loop

Loot all of these bailed out companies

Making more loot and more loot

Daddy come back you’re tripping again

Okay I’m back

Return like I never left

A veteran who dying in the hospital, my last breath

Tell the audience I said they are the person that I am

The rapper that could rap a circle around a mini man

Your poppa like, «Damn»

Your brother like, «Yeah»

Your sister like, «Word?»

Your mama like, Bam

That old man from that smoggy shrouded flat lands

Adopted by Echo Park and good back in the motherland

I’m all city, raised my son where it’s hard edge

In the hood so I don’t raise a little shit head

I know I’m on the cot, lounging through my break time

Just to stitch you bums up like I embroidered my fucking rhymes

You fucking right

Check under my babies bed

Here Khalil, hold this deuce deuce aim to the

To the head?

would give back every dime from beats

To hear the beating heart of the second son in a heartbeat

It don’t stop and uh, it don’t stop na na

Good night daddy