Generations by MonTay Lyrics
Verse 1: (MonTay)
I just wanna be a thrillionaire
Auditory stories over beats by Bruce Billionaire
That’s brilliant. Flow so resilient
Tryin’ to break free like Willy did
Silly in the booth, still chilly with the flutes and the bells and the sweeps
And we just hope you play us in your Jeeps
Or your Subaru’s, tryin’ to get on through to you
Scoop ya out the mire cuz the truth is on fire
Cool Guy Eli, Spittin’ straight Freon
Countryside rippin’ while we whippin’ in the Neon
Then we started snappin’ to those Ratatat slappers
Cracker Jack Mac was like - I can mix and master
So we dropped a tape then I skated back to Cali
And now we got a deep team creepin’ round the alley
City slick– with a thick, rich style
Flexin’ up at Ralphs in the Gatorade aisle
Still young so we smile while we wild’n
Ridiculous, Rage game Cage, Nicholas
Up next, spot us in the Free Press
Steady eatin’ cheese, playin’ chess, we a mess
Yes, but still good like The Whopper
Word to j.hopper cuz his block pops proper
Top nanners, man we just monkeyin’ around
Our trunks are hella chunky and we rock a funky sound
Verse 2: (J.Hopper)
From the ‘burbs to the block, I’ve been around (ha ha ha)
This career bounce me town to town
My friends say, “Hop, just take a breath and lounge”
I’m keepin’ up the smile after flippin’ around the frown
My mind stays steady in a dream-like state
All up in the cut with L and MonTay, it’s fate
Kings without crowns, they always down
Rippin’ the beat dity since Church and b. Worthy
I’m flyin’ all up in it, always am I gonna live it
Cuz I’m gonna go and get it
And I’m on my independent
With that swishes on my fitted I be
Learnin’ life’s lessons without that spoon full of medicine
Bittersweet, earn my bread and eat
Go multi-million, so sick I need Penicillin
Now I’m chillin’ (chillin)
I am the castaway, this beat is my Wilson
Steady risin’ up I be climbin’ divine
Feelin’ divine. Feelin’ quite fine as I moved to LA
As a young filmmaker. A young heartbreaker
And a greater debater
Like a rock to the fiend, the music is my scene
Boy I’m a clean fiend and they call me The Dean
Man, everybody wanna know who I am
I’m the man doing what I can
Shit, all up in the flow, just doing what I know
Verse 3: (Lorenzo Da Roman)
Why yes it’s me, Lorenzo Da Roman
Nice to meet you, I’ve been homin’
In on some secrets of ancient mysteries
Searchin’ the pages of ancient history
Readin’ Euripides while I’m rippin’ these beats
So turn up the volume and put it on repeat
‘Cuz I’m elite to the power of four
Readin’ Tolstoy, both the peace and the war
Problems of life, people lookin’ for an answer
All these vexing questions eat they souls like a cancer
But I’m a dancer, my soul set free
Find my treasure in heaven, rust can’t touch me
So let it be, let it be to many generations
Many still asleep, but soon they be wakin’
And I’m out here lookin’ to the new dawn
A new day risin’, call it the Eschaton
So on and on and on and on and on we go
MonTay, j.Hopper got that River Nile flow
And don’t forget this dude that is Lorenzo
So I’ll take a bow until the next show
Outro:
And we’ll see you later
Goodbye to the haters
And shout out to Montay, j.hopper
Shout out to the west coast, the best coast
East coast, the beast coast. Bye
I just wanna be a thrillionaire
Auditory stories over beats by Bruce Billionaire
That’s brilliant. Flow so resilient
Tryin’ to break free like Willy did
Silly in the booth, still chilly with the flutes and the bells and the sweeps
And we just hope you play us in your Jeeps
Or your Subaru’s, tryin’ to get on through to you
Scoop ya out the mire cuz the truth is on fire
Cool Guy Eli, Spittin’ straight Freon
Countryside rippin’ while we whippin’ in the Neon
Then we started snappin’ to those Ratatat slappers
Cracker Jack Mac was like - I can mix and master
So we dropped a tape then I skated back to Cali
And now we got a deep team creepin’ round the alley
City slick– with a thick, rich style
Flexin’ up at Ralphs in the Gatorade aisle
Still young so we smile while we wild’n
Ridiculous, Rage game Cage, Nicholas
Up next, spot us in the Free Press
Steady eatin’ cheese, playin’ chess, we a mess
Yes, but still good like The Whopper
Word to j.hopper cuz his block pops proper
Top nanners, man we just monkeyin’ around
Our trunks are hella chunky and we rock a funky sound
Verse 2: (J.Hopper)
From the ‘burbs to the block, I’ve been around (ha ha ha)
This career bounce me town to town
My friends say, “Hop, just take a breath and lounge”
I’m keepin’ up the smile after flippin’ around the frown
My mind stays steady in a dream-like state
All up in the cut with L and MonTay, it’s fate
Kings without crowns, they always down
Rippin’ the beat dity since Church and b. Worthy
I’m flyin’ all up in it, always am I gonna live it
Cuz I’m gonna go and get it
And I’m on my independent
With that swishes on my fitted I be
Learnin’ life’s lessons without that spoon full of medicine
Bittersweet, earn my bread and eat
Go multi-million, so sick I need Penicillin
Now I’m chillin’ (chillin)
I am the castaway, this beat is my Wilson
Steady risin’ up I be climbin’ divine
Feelin’ divine. Feelin’ quite fine as I moved to LA
As a young filmmaker. A young heartbreaker
And a greater debater
Like a rock to the fiend, the music is my scene
Boy I’m a clean fiend and they call me The Dean
Man, everybody wanna know who I am
I’m the man doing what I can
Shit, all up in the flow, just doing what I know
Verse 3: (Lorenzo Da Roman)
Why yes it’s me, Lorenzo Da Roman
Nice to meet you, I’ve been homin’
In on some secrets of ancient mysteries
Searchin’ the pages of ancient history
Readin’ Euripides while I’m rippin’ these beats
So turn up the volume and put it on repeat
‘Cuz I’m elite to the power of four
Readin’ Tolstoy, both the peace and the war
Problems of life, people lookin’ for an answer
All these vexing questions eat they souls like a cancer
But I’m a dancer, my soul set free
Find my treasure in heaven, rust can’t touch me
So let it be, let it be to many generations
Many still asleep, but soon they be wakin’
And I’m out here lookin’ to the new dawn
A new day risin’, call it the Eschaton
So on and on and on and on and on we go
MonTay, j.Hopper got that River Nile flow
And don’t forget this dude that is Lorenzo
So I’ll take a bow until the next show
Outro:
And we’ll see you later
Goodbye to the haters
And shout out to Montay, j.hopper
Shout out to the west coast, the best coast
East coast, the beast coast. Bye