Spooky Spooks and the Trouble with Capitalism - King Fantastic

Do the jigaboo. Jigga what jigga who?

You know the jigaboo. Nigga what? Nigga you

Make an ass of yourself, show yo teeth lil monkey

Keep talking like a spook

Make it funny for these honkeys

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

I don’t write songs about cute shit

I write «lace up your boots» shit

Get ready to rock. It’s war time

It’s like «a nigga kick down that door» time

I got bad broads, I’m a rich nigga

Couple bucks don’t mean shit nigga

When you bleedin' out and you hit nigga

Cause the cut don’t say that you a bitch nigga

Them diamonds look like prime ribs for an unemployed killa 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 motherfuckers might call it hatin'

Nigga 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

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

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

Fuck how you livin', he off himself

He’ll fuck your girl, nigga you ain’t shit

You ain’t never flew on a private jet

Nigga you ain’t never spent twenty stacks at the club

You work a nine to five? Nigga 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 bitch like Beyonce

Fuck the down broad that you had on your team

You make the first fame whore your fiance

You want two chains and new cars

You wanna bullshit 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 whore next

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