Bananas

I'm a week long pub crawl, bars for days
 The RJB getting tired of being starved for plays
 It gets harder to stay inspired when you aren't amazed
 When I blaze and rain fire like Enola Gay, make way
 I'm planning on manning a mission, I'm fanning the flame and I'm dropping the hammer
 I don't need a hook to go fishing, I'm catching the beat and releasing a banger
 With your permission I'll get you all wishing that you could stand up and examine
 The way that I manage the fusion and fission of grammar and ham when I'm going bananas
 Oooh, we're gonna act like we're in Amsterdam
 Go and get the ball rolling like a hamster can
 If you got other plans, man, I understand, but damn
 Is there something I should know? Duran Duran
 I'll feed the greed of the people, the unbelievable evil
 You wanna sleep in my shadow, then gather under my steeple
 Keep on reaping what I sew, I'm busy threading the needle
 The Starrs have taken our Best, and there's no re-Pete-ing the Beatles
 Was someone building an invisible prison
 Cuz I'm delivering a shipment of them bars you ain't never seen
 The exhibition of my diction addiction
 Gonna make you wish it was fiction as I flow you to smithereens
 I understand and I accept that I'm a guest here
 I haven't done jackshit for the culture
 But I'm so clever, I'm forever sounding next-year
 Deserving more respect than all these motherfucking vultures
 Lyrical Evel Knievel, I'll leave you sore like an eagle
 I'm rapping over your heads,
 I'm the urban turban, I'm lethal
 Feeble people keep on sleeping on me I feel like a gurney
 I've carried so many tracks that I got an actual hernia
 I 'm going b-a-n-a-n-a-yessir
 Schools's in session, I'm the fucking professor
 Unmistakeable nasal intonation like Fran Drescher
 But I've been flipping the stares from emcees like Escher
 That's some nice ice, baby, but I'm under pressure
 These fucking muppets are in need of an overdue refresher
 On the way I'm contagious, I'm the plague on your playlists
 You can bear with the puns or you can walk-a walk-away, bitch
 Was someone building an invisible prison
 Cuz I'm delivering a shipment of them bars you ain't never seen
 The exhibition of my diction addiction
 Gonna make you wish it was fiction as I flow you to smithereens
 I'm planning on manning a mission, I'm fanning the flames and I'm dropping the hammer
 I don't need a hook to go fishing, I'm catching the beat and releasing a banger
 With your permission I'll get you all wishing that you could stand up and examine
 The way that I manage the fusion and fission of grammar and ham when I'm going bananas
 Ooh, I never hesitate to devastate
 I line em up at Heaven's Gate like People's Temple flavor-aid
 Ooh, you getting nervous like the neighbor's late
 Don't bother putting walls up motherfucker I can levitate