Monsters Are Due On Maple Street

Yeah
Ayo Hush
Shit is getting real crazy out here
You know what that means right?
People wanna get back to basics
They want that raw shit
That Queens shit
That Detroit shit

Yeah, The Monsters are due on maple street
Inmates run the asylum better pray for peace
Who gonna save you, not the government the federal or state police
You’re whole sense of security is make believe
Donning face masks and n95’s
Bout to rock a face mask like we in ‘95
If the world don’t pay attention hope it ain’t just locals listening
Been saying “Gimme 6 feet!” Before this social distancing
Fuck around and you’ll get found by local fisherman
Christening these vocals for my uncle Hush in Michigan
So bet on bobby bet he’ll probably body anybody
I’m Rockaway strong - Detroit vs Everbody
This ain’t no wack filler
This is Michael jack thriller
Grown man GOAT talk, bitch I’m Black Philip
They’re trying to Dracula my vernacular
Got these sharks swimming in circles - word to Mac Miller
Rest In Peace big proof, j dilla
Pour some liquor smoke an 8th of that straight killer
Fuck a tussle put the money in the duffle
This that Russel Simmons hustle mixed with motor city muscle
U suckle at the teat and yeah I know them titties supple
Couple knuckles to your cheek and I know your knees’ll buckle
I chuckle at your beef u less it comes with butter truffled
And some bottles on the double full of bubbles I can guzzle
Plus some salad with some croutons too
And some grey poupon with 2 x 2
Bad bitches looking like the cast of moulin rouge
And they’re saying - we’re down to ride if you want to
I’m like shit I’m with whatever you wanna do
And when I’m through, on cue
I put my jacket and my shoes on too
Hit the stu’ and spit that wuhan flu
Cuz rappers acting like bitches now - to Wong foo! Yeah..

Let me tell you what we all must do
We need to organize an Army that they can’t get through
All my people out here yelling we need justice have to demonstrate
Against these white cops who kill let’s set the record straight
They ain’t masculine in fact they’re just some wanna-bees
Trapped inside a hornets nest attracting all colonies
Cops killin’ got ya Priest or Pastor to his knees
Clutchin’ on his crucifix in any archdiocese
The blue that sit and watch are co-conspirators
Who try to run the block but should try being the prisoners
Adaptin’ ain’t ya thing so just evacuate
Me I stroke my ego every time I go to masturbate
I’m in the kitchen with the toast I keep the iron here
Can’t deny that I am here, Duke I am a pioneer
In Detroit heats required so the fires near
Try us you’ll be dying lying crying in pariah tears
We get the lion share, run yo stash
Queens get the money long time no cash
Tussle with this muzzle then ya funds don’t last
This that trouble, time to knuckle up with chumps so trash
I’m only violent when I think I am invincible
Mark’s get “Joe Clarked” a beating off principal
I move in silence usually but sorry not today
Specially when I’m with my nephew Bobby J From Rockaway
Get the roses & them razorblades
Boyz II Men’ll serenade your funeral while your Mama prays
Set ablaze out to any rapper in a daze
Talkin’ like some zombies now we’re livin’ in the end of days
Protestin’ got me vexed with my fist up
They hit me with tear gas rubber bullets that missed uh
Revolution now is televised it’s important
Make sure that your battery life is full when you’re recordin’