[Intro: Solo]

It's the remix

Uh

[Verse 1: Nooky]

Yeah, look

I rap like an uzi sprayin'

Lil chimp, I'm a Super Saiyan

That's apeshit (Yeah)

[?] butter soufflé when I bake shit (Ah shit)

I shred 'em in the water like Otodus (Yeah)

And I'm out for what they owe us (Yeah)

That's all the rent they owin'

Got their nose outta joint like Owen

([?]) C'mon bah, I got the bars

Twice as Black, half the cast

Triple One, I go hard

Get it done, fuck it off ([?])

Call me a monkey

Bet I'll bite your fuckin' face off ([?])

Got spears for 'em (Yeah)

Like me and Goodesy from the same cloth, argh

[Verse 2: L-Fresh The Lion]

Yo, check it, it's game time

You steppin' the ring with a canine

You don't wanna spar with a great mind

Them rapper's highest bar is my baseline, ayo

They knowin' me like [?]

My appetite big, I'm goin' to feast

Can deal with this shit from deep in my sleep

You heard what I said, I do this with ease

I come from the West, everything blessed

Came up from the village and beat all the stress (Yes)

I've seen when they step, they think they can test

They say they got bars, I'm barely impressed, yeah

Solo hit me on text

[?] jumped on the jungle gym with the flex (Flex)

Them boys don't even have hair on they chest

I'm Wolverine, man, you can get X'd, argh

[Verse 3: Nardean]

Hold up, vibe change when I show up

I focus on my insight, yeah, you see my spirit glow up, uh

All you monkeys writin' bars for clout for your bank account

Up on the mic just for your likes, pull down, refresh the amounts

Keep a mystic and magic carpet [?] average

Call me Aladdin, so pretty as fuck like I'm Jasmine

Catch me cruisin' through the Westside, windows down [?]

Y'all say you came to kill it, but me, I came to give it life, uh

[Chorus (Condensed): Lil Dijon]

Autumn, winter to the spring and the summer’s ours

'Cause we spittin' flames, swingin' from the monkey bars

We just pull the strings, y’all know who the puppets are

Beats banging, got ‘em hangin' off the monkey bars

[Verse 4: Jimmy Nice]

Yeah, uh

I'm a visceral visionary, multi-disciplinary

So much so that all the bits you bit from me is varied

Been on the infinite glow-up like the image of Mary

And my greatest work is still out in front of me, shit is scary

I got stoners on my left illuminated by they lighters

On my right, I see a overcrowded station full of writers

When you came up out a home [?] havin' only one provider

Situations either break you or they make you a survivor, you know?

[Verse 5: Talakai]

Yah

You pour me a drink and I scull it

Don't sip it, we poppin' like lottery numbers

I'm swingin' on bars like I'm Curious George

I'm [?] like a tundra

Keep it one-hundred

Gas in my fire like Bunsens, flowin' combustion

Whatever I touch is like Arc de Triomphe

And y'all are still under construction

I handlebars like I'm Armstrong

The Tour de France [?] next song

The rest can't flow like escargot

[?] show for the function

I was on bills like Hillary

Now it's no skill, all trickery

How they gonna say I can't hang with the team?

I'm the MVP when they pickin' me

[Verse 6: Erica Em]

Oh my God, is she back?

Does she think she can rap?

Should I run a ring around 'em

Like I'm Saturn on the track?

'Cause I'm meant to sparkle like Meghan Markle

Forgot my wallet when I left the castle (Yeah)

Tryna make me feel small? (Nope)

I'm not Paul Rudd, not a set on Marvel, like (Hey)

[?] in a cab with the CashDirect

Doin' dirty deals with Gladys, uh

Swear I'm the best in the business, uh

Swear I'm the best and the baddest, uh

Swear if you squint real hard I look

Just like Felicity Jones

Swear if you wanna see my set

You can stand on your tippity-tippity-toes, and I'm out, like

[Chorus (Condensed): Lil Dijon]

Autumn, winter to the spring and the summer’s ours

'Cause we spittin' flames, swingin' from the monkey bars

We just pull the strings, y’all know who the puppets are

Beats banging, got ‘em hangin' off the monkey bars

[Verse 7: Smak & Nerve]

Yeah, Big Smak make the bottom move like a kick drum

Lil Jon when I get crunk, I'm a wog boy doin' fist-bumps like Nick G. (Wog Boy)

Aussie-Greek up in the mainstream, my pop came from dirt but then he crossed seas

So I'm cookin' up all these pop beats tryna serve the masses like a hot feed, damn

I'm tryna study but chicks in my DMs are sendin' me snaps, lad (Woo)

Big round thing on an iPhone cam, now that's what I call a flashback (Ha)

Bank card and a backpack ([?]), that's all I need to make a fat stack (Uh)

N-to-the-E-to-the-R-V-E and I mean business like Nasdaq

Yeah, that's that, Brissy boys up on the track, lad

If you wanna know who's hot in the city, we NO.ONE, check the hashtag then

Yeah (Woo), that's the Network, kid, yeah, baby, we get workin'

Everybody tryna do it, I go DJ Khaled, we the best version (We the best)

At this point I'm takin' the piss (Ha), but it gets worse

I could give your whole discography lift off with my next verse

(Fuck off) Go suck that till your neck hurt

I put the no in effort and I put oh's in the bank so get yours or get burned

[Verse 8: Solo]

As hard as I can

I'm grabbin' the bars and I'm swingin'

Like puttin' my keys in the bowl

We back in the session, natural selection, my man

Just look at how we have evolved, uh (Now we in control)

They tryna make deals, lookin' like [?] on patrol (Hahaha)

Just stating the real, whatever I spit is hot property

Give it a week and it's sold (Sold)

And the price goin' up like an arts degree

While they would'a, could'a, should'a like carpentry (Yeah)

I'm not tryna be a dick but I'm hard to beat (Haha)

Karate Kid Solo with the martial artistry ([?])

Make a few phone calls, get half the scene

To come join the menagerie

It's a masterclass, another motherfuckin' masterpiece

With a whole class of starvin' artists goin' bananas (Yeah, yeah)

Like you can't believe

Goin' hard as hard can be (Uh, uh, uh)

To come through with the monkey bars

So peace

[Chorus: Lil Dijon]

Autumn, winter to the spring and the summer’s ours

'Cause we spittin' flames, swingin' from the monkey bars

We just pull the strings, y’all know who the puppets are

Beats banging, got ‘em hangin' off the monkey bars

Fuck the fame, fast women and the money, cars

(Yeah) Hands up in the air, swingin' from the monkey bars

Wanna pass the test? Then you better study hard

Catch us after class swinging from the monkey bars

[Outro: Solo]

Yeah, that's right. We done did it. No more monkey business. Nooky. L-Fresh. Nardean. Lil Dijon on the hook. My man, Jimmy Nice. Talakai. Erica Em. Smak. Nerve. My brother, A-Diddy on the beat. And of course, my good self. Horrorshow, 2020, and we out.