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Dance Monkey Lyrics
Right
I got two left hooks, who wanna test?
Well, since no one's steppin' to me
Huh
Take me to your cult leader
Ah Huh huh
Take me to your local drug dealer
Yeow
Take me to the man in the mirror
When you stand and deliver
With your hand on the trigger
I'm an emotional terrorist
I double M-U-N-E
Never make my enemy public
I'm a private dancer
Dancing for money
(Let's get together, let's rock!)
D-d-d-d-dance Monkey
Dance you god damn Monkey
Do that thing that's funny
Do I make you wanna laugh?
I make you wanna move
I make you wanna do do do do dodo
D-d-d-d-dance Monkey
Dance you god damn Monkey
Do that thing that's funny
Do I make you wanna laugh?
I make you wanna move
I make you wanna (rock this motherfucker)
Huh
Case one
Carries a paint gun
She's unafraid of waivin' when she's getting her face done
Her favorite radio station's a permanent paid vacation
Burning her face in the sun
She loves repetative songs that keep playin'
You know the repetative songs that keep playin'
She learned all the words and she works it baby
Dangerously catchy and she feels it in her cervix lately
Cause the rhythem is a cancer
She's on a secret diet
A private viewing disease free TV pilot
She saw the future in a group study
They threw money in her pants
D-d-d-d-dance Monkey
Dance you god damn Monkey
Do that thing that's funny
Do I make you wanna laugh?
I make you wanna move
I make you wanna do do do do dodo
Dance Monkey
Dance you god damn Monkey
Do that thing that's funny
Do I make you wanna laugh?
I make you wanna move
I make you wanna (rock this motherfucker)
Don't
Live for the moment
Live for the constant
Die for what's right or get killed by your conscience
There's a difference between conscience, conscious, and conscientious
Contrary to popular belief
You're none of these
There's plenty to feed empty mouths of the nest bound
The kept down and apes won't be banging on their chests now
When pacemakers are fragile
They hate the taste of capsules
They feed their face with Paxil
Females hate their dad still
Police sons got mommy issues on deck at the podium
Holding tongues with the rituals more complex than Napolean
I told em
It isn't his job
To live in a fog
I don't have a god complex, you gotta simple god
Huh
Take me to your cult leader
Come on man
Take me to your local drug dealer
Come on man
Take me to the man in the mirror
When you stand and deliver
With your hand on the trigger
And a can of miller in the other
You can't kill me motherfucker
I got your number
You best disconnect before I call it
The bumber sticker on your forehead's the wrong fit
When the bomb hits
(Who's music will you look to for shelter)
When the bomb hits
(Who's music will you look to for shelter)
When the bomb hits
(Who's music will you look to for shelter)
Not that mine will help ya!
D-d-d-d-Dance!
(We're gonna rock this motherfucker!)
Fucking Francis!!!!
I got two left hooks, who wanna test?
Well, since no one's steppin' to me
Huh
Take me to your cult leader
Ah Huh huh
Take me to your local drug dealer
Yeow
Take me to the man in the mirror
When you stand and deliver
With your hand on the trigger
I'm an emotional terrorist
I double M-U-N-E
Never make my enemy public
I'm a private dancer
Dancing for money
(Let's get together, let's rock!)
Dance you god damn Monkey
Do that thing that's funny
Do I make you wanna laugh?
I make you wanna move
I make you wanna do do do do dodo
D-d-d-d-dance Monkey
Dance you god damn Monkey
Do that thing that's funny
Do I make you wanna laugh?
I make you wanna move
I make you wanna (rock this motherfucker)
Case one
Carries a paint gun
She's unafraid of waivin' when she's getting her face done
Her favorite radio station's a permanent paid vacation
Burning her face in the sun
She loves repetative songs that keep playin'
You know the repetative songs that keep playin'
She learned all the words and she works it baby
Dangerously catchy and she feels it in her cervix lately
Cause the rhythem is a cancer
She's on a secret diet
A private viewing disease free TV pilot
She saw the future in a group study
They threw money in her pants
Dance you god damn Monkey
Do that thing that's funny
Do I make you wanna laugh?
I make you wanna move
I make you wanna do do do do dodo
Dance Monkey
Dance you god damn Monkey
Do that thing that's funny
Do I make you wanna laugh?
I make you wanna move
I make you wanna (rock this motherfucker)
Live for the moment
Live for the constant
Die for what's right or get killed by your conscience
There's a difference between conscience, conscious, and conscientious
Contrary to popular belief
You're none of these
There's plenty to feed empty mouths of the nest bound
The kept down and apes won't be banging on their chests now
When pacemakers are fragile
They hate the taste of capsules
They feed their face with Paxil
Females hate their dad still
Police sons got mommy issues on deck at the podium
Holding tongues with the rituals more complex than Napolean
I told em
It isn't his job
To live in a fog
I don't have a god complex, you gotta simple god
Huh
Take me to your cult leader
Come on man
Take me to your local drug dealer
Come on man
Take me to the man in the mirror
When you stand and deliver
With your hand on the trigger
And a can of miller in the other
You can't kill me motherfucker
I got your number
You best disconnect before I call it
The bumber sticker on your forehead's the wrong fit
When the bomb hits
(Who's music will you look to for shelter)
When the bomb hits
(Who's music will you look to for shelter)
When the bomb hits
(Who's music will you look to for shelter)
Not that mine will help ya!
Fucking Francis!!!!
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This song slanders the industry. Think about it.
Case one Carries a paint gun She's unafraid of waivin' when she's getting her face done Her favorite radio station's a permanent paid vacation Burning her face in the sun
Monkeys that dance on the corner with 2 symbols their hands are what mainstream artists are being refered to because their lack of control of their right to do or say what they want. Sage uses a female in this song because females were limited to what they could say a while ago too, (Slavery, Woman Civil Rights, Salem Witch Trials) and now these self absorbed A & R's that could give 2 fucks about Hip-Hop are doin the same thing to artists that men did to women, revoking their god-given rights to justice and freedom. This woman represents a product that is used to find new ideas. So as she listens to the radio stations and hears the same thing that seems to amuse her, she uses them, recycles the scheme, and uses it for money and that leads into the line
Her favorite radio station's a permanant paid vacation Burning her face in the sun (the spotlight of fame)
So as she learns how to dance for the money like artists do today, she becomes a custom to following directions. So she markets the product well " and she works it baby", gets attentin from the public " shes dangerously catchy, and she feels it in her cervix lately". But meanwhile the industry corrupting her and because she keeps dancing for the public, it corrupts their minds too with her media-created figure and rhythm which is effecting the future of America because of the followers that wanna carry on the tradition, And the A & R's and the people throw money at her like crazy, Like A Industry Ho
Cause the rhythm is a cancer She's on a secret diet A private viewing disease free TV pilot She saw the future in a group study They threw money in her pants
Plain and simple. Media slander period. The second is all his beliefs on standing for what you believe in even if you're standing alone or get killed by the system. Genius Song. Holla at me people J.J MiC
this song is just plain badass.
This is why people with fake intellect should be banned from the internet.
Wow...a rapper who consistently rhymes with a message!?! Devhead, "fake Intellect" (you can never prove if it is in fact fake) is far better than idiocy being loved and exploited. I guess it's better for someone to say something stupid to make others feel better about themselves...
yeah Devhead he is obviously being creative what the hell are you talking about?
About Sage Francis, if we have this guy on our side in the war against assembly line pop music, I see another reason not to turn on MTV for another five years.
Shouldn't the beginning be "Right, I've got two left HOOVES?" like hes saying he's a goat or a devil or something? I don't think it is "hooks," listen closely and lemme know what you think...I could be wrong.
great post up there