King Fantastic - Spooky Spooks and the Trouble With Capitalism lyrics

[Intro: k**er Reese] Do the jigaboo. Jigga what jigga who? You know the jigaboo. n***a what? n***a you Make an a** of yourself, show yo teeth lil monkey Keep talking like a spook Make it funny for these honkeys [Chorus: k**er Reese] Show yo chain off monkey, show yo chain off Show yo chain off monkey, show yo chain off Now pop the top of that latest champagne off Now pop the top of that latest champagne off [Verse 1: k**er Reese] I don't write songs about cute sh** I write "lace up your boots" sh** Get ready to rock. It's war time It's like "a n***a kick down that door" time I got bad broads, I'm a rich n***a Couple bucks don't mean sh** n***a When you bleedin' out and you hit n***a Cause the cut don't say that you a b**h n***a Them diamonds look like prime ribs for an unemployed k**a with five kids Now he the wolf, you the sheep And when you sleep, old boy gon' eat So I don't floss, I'm not the boss I'm flyin' low, they ain't got to know That I'm over here sittin' on a million plus Cause I know what they'll do for a million bucks Me too, salivating Countin' your money in my mind waitin' A few motherf**ers might call it hatin' n***a call it what you want, I'm calculating If you got that and I want that I'ma click-clack and come get that I don't need no enemies walking around Execution style, no get-back [Chorus: k**er Reese] X2 Show yo chain off monkey, show yo chain off Show yo chain off monkey, show yo chain off Now pop the top of that latest champagne off Now pop the top of that latest champagne off [Verse 2: k**er Reese] We livin in strange days when not much pays And a small population got all the wealth And your favorite rapper, he callin' you broke f** how you livin', he off himself He'll f** your girl, n***a you ain't sh** You ain't never flew on a private jet n***a you ain't never spent twenty stacks at the club You work a nine to five? n***a you a scrub You hearin' that and it's sinking in The love in your heart starts sinking then Now you plottin and you plannin And all that malice starts sneaking in You wanna be Jay-Z and Kanye You wanna thick yellow b**h like Beyonce f** the down broad that you had on your team You make the first fame who*e your fiance You want two chains and new cars You wanna bullsh** with a few stars You wanna sip Rozay and pop pills That kinda life is not real That's no soul, no control That's spinnin' unhinged in a vortex That's a minstrel show, while the ones that know Choosing which lil monkey they can who*e next [Chorus: k**er Reese] X4 Show yo chain off monkey, show yo chain off Show yo chain off monkey, show yo chain off Now pop the top of that latest champagne off Now pop the top of that latest champagne off