Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rise, artist - Lunar C. Album song Dirtbrain, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 10.05.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Lunar C
Song language: English
Rise |
Swung my way through the jungle naked, life is fun and games |
My shit’s bananas I’m a fucking ape |
I’m fierce like a mandrill I sit in the treetops throwing down handfuls of shit |
Young Caesar, stop with the buffoonery, let my brothers free from the zoo |
I’ve got twenty ape bitches eating fleas off me too |
One for me one for you, monkey see monkey do |
No little bit of conscience I get it done even if it’s wrong |
I kill their young and little ones and Diddy Kongs |
I’m at war with anybody that walks in my territory |
Got the shrewdness to jack tourists |
Swinging in, silverback glistening, strong enough to rip a chimp limb from limb |
Living in this jungle it ain’t safe at all |
If I slip I hope the branches break my fall |
And your bitch hears my mating call |
She’s in the palm of my hand, I’m King Kong, ape instincts I do this shit like |
it’s easy |
Monkey business, if they’re fucking with us then I’ll hang ‘em off the edge of |
a cliff like Raffiki |
Man makes fire I’m a Neanderthal |
We have evolved, team standing tall |
Walking upright, known amongst the local bums in the frozen tundra |
As noble hunter-gatherers, hungry scavengers |
Caveman, I put a deer in a leglock |
Might chuck a spear at your headtop |
Troglodyte, uncolonised |
Forest life, prehistoric type |
Stalk on prey and feed on 'em like |
Primates that had to live in the ice age |
Woolly mammoth fur-jacket swagging back to my cave |
Dragging my concussed wife by the ponytail, rain snow or hail I’m built to |
survive |
Trying to put up with this weather whether rubbing sticks together or lightning |
strikes I’m in my sabretooth-tiger-print robe looking like a king |
In the digital age |
Where everything that’s difficult’s made simple and plain |
And we don’t have to think with our brains |
Modern man, cock in hand |
Posing on the Gram just for the bants |
'Til the robots and holograms kill us all |
Evolution’s hit a wall |
Destined to self-destruct |
Too dumb to tell we’re fucked |
Hate held us back with less humanity |
Judging race, gender, class and sexuality |
We may have set a trap you’ll never have to see |
Just leave your grand kids annoyed |
And disappointed that the planet’s destroyed |
But if we can’t function and he can’t |
Tell Trump to push the restart button |
Have another big bang |
Could send us into extinction |
I’m pondering at my pathetic existence |
Unstable, stressed, fame-obsessed |
Lame depressed, waste of flesh ape descendants, unafraid of death |
Kids growing up quick only just to drink, smoke and fuck and have kid’s growing |
up quick only just to drink, smoke and fuck |
And so on and so on it goes on there’s no one that knows what to do about it |