Sum Dum Munkey - Intellectual

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[Verse 1: Poc Fu]

Hey yo, check the flow, clear the way yo, here come the bro

We kickin' it, I know ya diggin' it the way we swinging it son

The Bossman kickin' my shit with ease, oh please

Ya wanna battle who? My shit is still ill

I'll murderize ya punk, so what you gon' do

Get that ass chopped in two, fuckin' with the FU

The crazy bugged Looney Toony one hunts for fun

But not for lions, stallions, bears and deers, I swears that

I'll burn ya with my iron, brands ya

And I swing just like Evander

Real deal and rough, so when ya feeling tough

Come on kids, come on kids, bring it!

6 foot 4 with the strength of Samson

Running over niggas like I'm Rodney Hampton

Say adiós when I start to roast

Making most of the mic in my hand

Freak it spooky like a ghost, 'cause

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[Verse 2: Chip Fu]

Ooh, watch out here comes the lyrical blabber

Mouth, I'll blow *hmph* blow *hmph* l-l-l-lights out!

No time for the rhymes to keep cool, I wanna break swell

I give her from the lip while G spits, yes, and drool

I'm out of my mind when I rhyme

I snaps without no wa-wa-wa-warning so

*hiccup* Wake up, *hiccup* shake up as the *snore* snoring

Not Alfalfa or Spanky not a damn Yankee Doodle

I flips the whole script, the whole kit and caboodle

Got oodles of tactics, gimme the mic dagnabbit

And come back here bunny wabbit

Aah! Phooey, now it's time to get busy

So ba-ba-ba-batten down the hatches

Yes and raise the drawbridge

I gots to freak it right now

Brothers wonder how I *hiccup* freaks the *hiccup* styles to

Raise eyebrows, I'm rolling in dollars

When I scream and hollers, ay arriba epa and-d-dale

Li-Like Speedy Gonzales so acknowledge the hum dinger

Wacky rhyme slinger when I yells Tim (ehehe), Tim (ehehe) Tim

B-b-b-burp. Ba hum da

It's time to let the style out the hatch-

Out the hatch-

Ahh, I know I had ya souped

'Cause ya thought the record scratched

I got skills, no question

Don't try to test when I flex 'em, bang

Zoom to the moon, I make you meet George Jetson

I'm comin' around the mountain (nah, say it again) a'ight, cool

I'm comin' around the mountain, trottin' around

B-b-b-bend I clear the

*hiccup* pardon me *hiccup* pardon me *hiccup*

The phlegm, so peep it

I freaks it by the movement of my lips

And I gangbang on beats like the Bloods and Crips, 'cause

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[Verse 3: Moc Fu]

What's the flavor? A microphone fiend

Yeah, provoked and quick to cut ya throat

Hang ya on a rope, damn!

I can't stand it, the beat bops hard in my head so I'mma bop it

Now watch it, damage about to junction on a topic

I freak flows like if I was poppin', non-stoppin'

My content is lethal from New York to Compton

I'm humpin' like Bobby, hittin' the punani

You're the one on the leash, so stop tryna mock me

Tryna copy? You sound sloppy (que hora es?)

You know what time it is, Poppy

Mira, could you see the style I'm using mang

And brothers get hanged by my slang

My style is wicked, your ear, I'ma stick it

'Cause when the beat drop, hops, you know I gots to kick it

Check out my style and my flow, I don't (make shit up)

So just back off the mic, watch me (break shit up)

'Cause

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