……australopithecines, chimpanzees and gorillas all wanna be killers, run around in ruins that they ruined, it’s all congruent, maybe it was the lobotomy that bothers me, that’s why you can’t blame me for the bodies, it’s topiary; all we do is cop a plea, then we get out and do another robbery, stop it’s me, you can’t lie to me, this shit got roots like a tree, it’s not zig zag like a zee. Trying to be peacefully free can get you killed, when other people build, you just a brick if you ain’t got that zeal, people cheat when they deal, it’s real. Planet of the apes, there ain’t no escape, or a expiration date, you better learn how to shake and bake, any other speaker tell you different they fake. This ain’t no poem, it’s a rap, remember you a Christian, and you ain’t fuck’n with that. Now where’s my banana, I’ma plan a plan with no monkey wrench in the data.