Fingers Up, Eyes Open Lyrics
[Verse 1:ForestPunk]
I want my cash handful bitches, jack Daniel sippin'
The writings on the wall, graff vandalism
Rowdy raps from scallywags landing with a massive whoa!
Kiddies don't be pansies ditch your nannies and your chaperones
Fuck what they tell you, you ain't supposed to be in classes yo
School of hard knocks, poetry and bags of dro'
Bass clefs to make heads break necks noddin'
We movin' underground call it plate tectonics
Chorus
So we riot in the streets because there's nowhere to go
Fingers up eyes open x2
And we can shake this whole damn world x4
[Verse 2:ForestPunk]
If you geeky, special, weedy rebels make a rude face
Cuz' the tv devils weekly schedule say its doomsday
So we staying stoned as beachy pebbles near your blue waves
Blow it all up when the fuse flamed, touché
Debutant renaissance gunplay from slave
Mutants In the building, update your feng shui
This is where the cameras shoot, derringers and remingtons
A movie where the bandits loot for character development
[Verse 3:ForestPunk]
I'm as hard as marley, fused with marcus garvey
I'm trying to start the party and arm the army
The city got feet, so we run this town
Call it sex with squares, we don't fuck around
Planet of the apes, banana republic
No fashion hipsters, or mannequin puppets
No flashin' pictures, or cameras for pundits
Just mix hash and swishers, and that cannabis substance
The audience is pourin' in
Because we lightin' trees with no decorated ornaments
Mistletoe, spliffs and smoke, airy haze, head wild
Mary jane kisses my scary fangs, French style
Weed smoke we toke, till we hardly talk
This is where revolt meets open mardi gras
Monkey king, all hail
Where young niggas short lives are tall tales
I want my cash handful bitches, jack Daniel sippin'
The writings on the wall, graff vandalism
Rowdy raps from scallywags landing with a massive whoa!
Kiddies don't be pansies ditch your nannies and your chaperones
Fuck what they tell you, you ain't supposed to be in classes yo
School of hard knocks, poetry and bags of dro'
Bass clefs to make heads break necks noddin'
We movin' underground call it plate tectonics
Chorus
So we riot in the streets because there's nowhere to go
Fingers up eyes open x2
And we can shake this whole damn world x4
[Verse 2:ForestPunk]
If you geeky, special, weedy rebels make a rude face
Cuz' the tv devils weekly schedule say its doomsday
So we staying stoned as beachy pebbles near your blue waves
Blow it all up when the fuse flamed, touché
Debutant renaissance gunplay from slave
Mutants In the building, update your feng shui
This is where the cameras shoot, derringers and remingtons
A movie where the bandits loot for character development
[Verse 3:ForestPunk]
I'm as hard as marley, fused with marcus garvey
I'm trying to start the party and arm the army
The city got feet, so we run this town
Call it sex with squares, we don't fuck around
Planet of the apes, banana republic
No fashion hipsters, or mannequin puppets
No flashin' pictures, or cameras for pundits
Just mix hash and swishers, and that cannabis substance
The audience is pourin' in
Because we lightin' trees with no decorated ornaments
Mistletoe, spliffs and smoke, airy haze, head wild
Mary jane kisses my scary fangs, French style
Weed smoke we toke, till we hardly talk
This is where revolt meets open mardi gras
Monkey king, all hail
Where young niggas short lives are tall tales
Chorus
About
Genius Annotation
This is off of ForestPunk’s The Boy With The Monkey Tattoo Ep. It is basically about making revolt a party. Having fun getting your freedom and liberation from society, and changing the world in a radical way.
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