Lyrics Monsters - Bambu

Monsters

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