Monsoon - The Coup, Killer Mike

There’s a monsoon under my skin

There’s a monster under my skin

There’s a street brawl under my skin

Will you get under my skin?

I take my martini dirty like three hop fiends who rentin' one telly

I want it shook like a man who just got shot in the belly

Make it smoky like his mama’s voice screamin' for her baby

And on the rocks like Funkadelic in the 90s and 80s

I drink slowly and the sips sneak over my tongue

Like prisoners over gates before the dobermans come

I was born double-fisted but I’m holdin in one

And when I take a shot it burns like a smolderin' sun

And then its alcohol to vein, ethanol to brain

This moment is a get without the tinted cellophane

I don’t need no soda mixer, just give me the cold elixer

Hustler’s know that hunger is just murder’s sexy older sister

Vocalist or orator, duck and clear the corridor

Some drink it neat like the jacket on a coroner

I go ape, my best friend is Dora the Explorador

That line was dope, I had to smuggle it through Florida

Arriba, abajo, al centro, al dentro

If they don’t open up the gates, we all gon' go mental

Bottoms up until we all are free

And there’ll be some for the homies and some for me

There’s a monsoon under my skin

There’s a monster under my skin

There’s a street brawl under my skin

Will you get under my skin?

I say hold up, hold up, hold up

Let me roll up, roll up, roll up

I don’t drank no more

No Hennessy or no mo' Coca Cola

I don’t pour no more

No purple drank and no more sippin' soda

No mo' double cup, no mo' fuckin' up

If she fuckin' up, I’m not fuckin' her

I can’t fuck with her

She can’t fuck with this, I don’t fuck with that

Bitch I’m dope, I don’t fuck with crack

'Bout the neighborhood, fuck the cul-de-sac

Cold as that, cold as Reverend Ike, call me Reverend Mike

Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, intermission

Let me roll another one and we can get back on our mission

And the muthafuckin mission is be about your paper

Ain’t no savior comin' up, I just gotta ever save ya

Don’t believe anybody ever tell ya opposite

Tell them hating muthafuckas they can chill or suck a dick

See we really chilly-willy but shit can get real savage

If-if-if that fuckboy vegan;

fuck the beef I’ll bust his cabbage

Ooh yeah, I’m macho man and on them

Bitch, I’m randy savage

There’s a monsoon under my skin

There’s a monster under my skin

There’s a street brawl under my skin

Will you get under my skin?