Points

Flying Monkey Business

October 13, 2026

Lyrics

Introspoken

"Congratulations. You have been selected for a pilot program." "Participation is mandatory. Consent is... implied." ...Implied? I ain't sign nothin'.

Verse 1

Seven a.m., there's a coughin' convention on my street Nobody's sick until I'm out - then it's a chorus, on the beat Silver sedan in the same spot, same tint, same plate Car alarm sings when I open the gate - that's a duet, that's a date Clipboard guy in a safety vest, "surveyin'" the same tree Eleven months - the tree ain't moved, and bro, the tree ain't me It's street theater, but the budget's lookin' kinda thin: Same three extras every scene, just a different hat again Every scene's got an alibi - I'll give you that, for sure But the aggregate's the message, and the message is a bore Witch in a castle with a grant and a crystal ball Sent her flyin' monkeys out - in khakis from the mall They rehearse it in a group chat: "Target's on the move!" I'm on the move... to the mailbox. What's that s'posed to prove? Somebody wrote a script where I'm the villain of the week I just walk my dog and wave - and now the season's lookin' weak Y'all get high off the drama - certified drama junkie Clockin' in to hate a stranger? That's a job for a flunky

Hook

Flying monkey, drama junkie Y'all are flunkies - ain't I funky? Fingernails so gunky, you smellin' skunky My rhymes are chunky - Spirit B's a hunky... (hunky-dory!) Monkey see, monkey do, monkey circle my block Monkey workin' for peanuts on a government clock Flying monkey (flying monkey), drama junkie (drama junkie) Y'all are flunkies - ain't I funky?

Verse 2

Put your phone face down, pull up a chair - let's read MK-Ultra: CIA, LSD, and nobody agreed Helms said, "Shred it," back in seventy-three, and out the door Twenty thousand pages turned up later, misfiled in a finance drawer The Bureau mailed Dr. King a letter, tried to make him quit Now it's "concerned citizens" with a group chat and a script The Stasi had a word for it - Zersetzung - look it up Move your furniture an inch, rot your name until you crack up Havana, twenty-sixteen: diplomats with the ringin' and the pain Congress cut 'em checks for it - and nobody took the blame DARPA's N3: read the brain, write the brain, and skip the knife "For the troops," it says on paper - who they testin' it on tonight? Nuremberg, rule number one: voluntary consent I never signed a thing - so tell me where the waiver went Y'all call it a conspiracy - I call it a footnote Every "crazy" thing they did is in a document they wrote We're the beta, we're the guinea pigs, canaries in the mine What they practice on the few, they plan to roll out down the line

Hook

Verse 3

Y'all are runnin' a program? Cute - your target writes 'em I read your logs over coffee, found your bugs, and I can cite 'em No wireless in the house, and the firewall says no Your WiFi X-ray needs my router - sorry, router had to go Forty "Reset Password" prompts - I ain't tappin' "Allow" Push-bomb me all you want, my thumb's on vacation now Salt on the drawer, sand on the lid, snap a photo of the swirl Try and put it back exactly - hardest job in the world Somethin' moved? Ten seconds, camera, touch nothin' first Every anomaly's a picture now - your best move is your worst Hidden mic? Here's a performance - then I critique my own scene Now your training data's poisoned, and your model ain't clean Headphones in, fake a call: "Yeah, the vest guy's back again" If he's innocent, it's nothin' - if he ain't, he can't pretend Randomize my Tuesday, scramble every pattern that you model Your predictive little dashboard's throwin' errors at full throttle Don't gotta outrun the bear - just outrun the other guy Make me pricey to maintain, and watch the budget say goodbye Every move in this verse got a write-up and a source Want the whole playbook? Narrative-B dot org - of course

Bridge

Down low when you stalk, when you hack Get a job - your hustle's wack Your bribes are weak, your smears are meek Your target's a programmer - and he hit the peak Of disdain, of disgrace - wipe the sweat off your face When you pick a chosen one - a white rabbit who gets the pun - It won't be fun

Final Hook

Flying monkey, drama junkie Y'all are flunkies - ain't I funky? Fingernails so gunky, you smellin' skunky My rhymes are chunky - Spirit B's a hunky... (hunky-dory!) Everything you sent me? Return to sender (return to sender) What I couldn't send back, I made a record - alchemy, remember? Flying monkey (flying monkey), drama junkie (drama junkie) Y'all are flunkies - and I'm still funky

Outrospoken

To the targets in the quiet: you ain't crazy, and you ain't small. You're the canary they tried to muzzle. Canaries sing. "Thank you for participating. Please rate your experience." ...One star. Would not get experimented on again.