ballz

Yo, MisterMonkey think he runnin' the game, Swingin' from the branches, but he’s just a name, Talkin' big, but you’re stuck in the trees, While I’m breakin' down bars like I’m droppin' degrees. You claim you’re the king, but I’m callin’ your bluff, Your rhymes are bananas, man, I’m callin' your bluff, I’m the beast in the booth, you’re just playin’ pretend, I’ll take you to school, but you won’t make it to the end. You’re throwin’ out jabs, but they miss like a dart, I’m the lyrical sniper, I’m hittin’ the heart, You’re just a side act, a joke in the park, While I’m ignitin’ the flame, you’re just makin' it dark. You’re swingin’ on vines, but I’m breakin' the mold, Got a story to tell, but your plot’s gettin' old, I’m the rap game’s lion, you’re just a small monkey, Step into my jungle, get ready to get funky. You think you’re so clever, but your lines are weak, I’m the predator here, you’re just prey, so bleak, So take a step back, let the real ones speak, MisterMonkey in the shadows, now you’re feelin’ the heat.