Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gorilla Monsoon, artist - MF DOOM. Date of issue: 12.10.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Gorilla Monsoon |
| Ayo |
| FLYGOD |
| Ayo, I was in my cell, I clicked my heels three times |
| Pink Just 2s, my khaki suit mastermind |
| Water whip, tossed the coke in the alkaline |
| Platinum and gold, Ron English hat to the side |
| Immaculate rhyme (Immaculate rhyme) it’s so obvious |
| Watchin' the world from up top, snakeskin binoculars |
| Red companions, KAWS X’s on a suede mansion |
| My bedroom had a bedroom, my wrist be dancin' |
| (My wrist be dancin') |
| My bedroom had a bedroom, my wrist be dancin' |
| The flyest that’s livin', we live and die by the kitchen |
| Choppin' on dishes, rack the puff in, ambition |
| Bitch we had hopped over fences, banana yellow Fiskers (Skrt) |
| Pushin' crack like we invented it |
| Jeff Koons, Louie Rubens duffle got ten in it (Got ten in it) |
| Kobe Jordan, pack we was kickin' it (We was kickin' it) |
| Anti Social Social Club wit' the snub, yo (Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom |
| boom boom) |
| Gave the Tec a lil' love bro (Brrrrr) |
| Grand wizard, Patek band, lizard, hand-kissin' |
| Miami Beach, geigers on Biscayne (Biscayne) |
| My shooter seen his PO and piss came |
| Thank God for my wrist game (Wrist game) |
| Countin' money in the bubble bath |
| Whip the half and got another half (Whip) |
| Rockin' Vetements, backhand you with the 40 |
| Ask Lord, your head’ll spin, a cold war Leatherman |
| You will never be better than, shots echoing |
| (Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo) |
| Pulled up, red GL on devilish (Skrt) |
| Word to the goggles on my Hebru Brantley |
| Red Supreme Louie gloves, eatin' scampi (Ah) |
| Supreme Louie box logo wit' the .44 (Boom boom boom) |
| The way we sellin squares, you’d swear them shits is bogo |
| (Shits is bogo, shits is bogo) |
| You’d swear them shits was fucking bogo |
| Jumping to a conclusion could stunt your evolution |
| Like the trees, dumped into some dust, blunt fusion |
| Old cocktail of mine, chemicals derail time |
| It’s all good, as long’s he ain’t inhaling swine |
| Dare decline, scared money makes none |
| Take one, you should’ve flushed before the jakes come |
| Oh shart, specialty is flow art |
| Smart, but go in circles like a go-kart |
| Yeah, don’t start, make 'em have to finish |
| Just bounce like gold-diggers, once the dough diminish |
| Phony, it gets lonely at the finish (Yup) |
| You see some deal dope, others steal hope |
| What’s revealed is of a certain feel — grope |
| Yellow moist mushie, banana peeled coke |
| At worst, could not be confused with real soap |
| Nope, you see disaster is intended |
| In the face of truth, don’t ever be offended |
| Overstand the past to get a grasp of the present (Psst) |
| I make it faster than you spends it |
| End it |