Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm Yeah this here's blues joint A lot of brothers don't like this joint Cause it might not be funk or funky (teach anyway teach) It's more tribal And speaking to my only two real tribes out there now With the help of the Kause yo Kause y'all with me? (yeah yeah) Hmm? Aight so we feel to build open the bananapeel blues Check it
The original man is the black man true? (true true true) Presented to the youth, is more than nuff proof But when one mixes truth with a goof Caused this contradiction and confusion so I raise the roof (raise it) Tongue to truth, it may sound like a good hand to feed from But follow this lead, we need to find what's true indeed Some get caught up in the thought of intellect And say he helped us, when it's his lumpless but that got us in this mess What a monkey (teach, gwan teach) I said a lot of brothers might not get this cause it ain't funky Sure enough we ain't gonna be played by no monkey See because the monkey fits the shoes In these bananapeel blues (ain't that somethin, ain't that somethin) Y'all with me? (yeah yeah)
Twas once said to remember that the soul is see-through How true we'll soon see as I check to what's written (check the script and read) Let's see uhh Genesis chapter two verse seven "Man became a living soul" so where's my man getting this actual force, probably that same old can or barrel of monkeys who call me and you a soul man And call my food a soul food Yeah I'm sposed to have soul, yet I'm uncivil and cruel And I come from apes, yet this monkey rapes And I'm a babboon, then soon to be coon And when I know this, I'm labelled a lunatic Racist rebel crazy Muslim Now face this monkey Truth is truth is what pays me And can a Muslim be fooled (not nowadays bro!) And can a quote unquote monkey be reformed (now cipher!) Yeah, and while me and you is warmed by the sun Most of all life or in existence, uhh I take this instance to ask If the monkey man was so pure why can't he endure (uh-huh) The sun which is the natural source for all living (uh-huh) Without giving up his life to cancer And three-fifths or less is the dancer Wrong answer Yeah wrong answer says the Kause And while his still skin rumples and wrinkles Zee L exposes a monkey's uncle (what's up with a monkey's uncle) (speak the truth) (it's smooth, it's smooth, I like this beat) (To the Gods out there, peace to the Gods) "(but tell me) how much more evidence do the citizens need?" -- 16X
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Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm Yeah this here's blues joint A lot of brothers don't like this joint Cause it might not be funk or funky (teach anyway teach) It's more tribal And speaking to my only two real tribes out there now With the help of the Kause yo Kause y'all with me? (yeah yeah) Hmm? Aight so we feel to build open the bananapeel blues Check it
The original man is the black man true? (true true true) Presented to the youth, is more than nuff proof But when one mixes truth with a goof Caused this contradiction and confusion so I raise the roof (raise it) Tongue to truth, it may sound like a good hand to feed from But follow this lead, we need to find what's true indeed Some get caught up in the thought of intellect And say he helped us, when it's his lumpless but that got us in this mess What a monkey (teach, gwan teach) I said a lot of brothers might not get this cause it ain't funky Sure enough we ain't gonna be played by no monkey See because the monkey fits the shoes In these bananapeel blues (ain't that somethin, ain't that somethin) Y'all with me? (yeah yeah)
Twas once said to remember that the soul is see-through How true we'll soon see as I check to what's written (check the script and read) Let's see uhh Genesis chapter two verse seven "Man became a living soul" so where's my man getting this actual force, probably that same old can or barrel of monkeys who call me and you a soul man And call my food a soul food Yeah I'm sposed to have soul, yet I'm uncivil and cruel And I come from apes, yet this monkey rapes And I'm a babboon, then soon to be coon And when I know this, I'm labelled a lunatic Racist rebel crazy Muslim Now face this monkey Truth is truth is what pays me And can a Muslim be fooled (not nowadays bro!) And can a quote unquote monkey be reformed (now cipher!) Yeah, and while me and you is warmed by the sun Most of all life or in existence, uhh I take this instance to ask If the monkey man was so pure why can't he endure (uh-huh) The sun which is the natural source for all living (uh-huh) Without giving up his life to cancer And three-fifths or less is the dancer Wrong answer Yeah wrong answer says the Kause And while his still skin rumples and wrinkles Zee L exposes a monkey's uncle (what's up with a monkey's uncle) (speak the truth) (it's smooth, it's smooth, I like this beat) (To the Gods out there, peace to the Gods) "(but tell me) how much more evidence do the citizens need?" -- 16X
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