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    [Prodigal Sunn]
    Ladies and gentlemen: Sunz of Man
    Uhh, Jungle of Concrete
    yo, yo

    [Chorus x4]
    In the jungle, we gotta rumble with the bees/wee
    Ain't nothin sweet, we gotta eat

    [Timbo King]
    Yo, we come from starvin days, runnin up in Dr. J's
    Rock away, so the mega trades, diggin, pockin days
    Yo, the aids wasn't in, calm braids all trimmed
    Army suits snatched and Timbs
    You'se a friend, snatch a gem

    [Prodigal Sunn]
    I spent a lifetime of doin crime, hustlin dimes, guzzlin wine
    Smugglin wives, one of a kind
    Under the sunshine, movin as one mind, the genuine
    Star child, Allah's style, many say their barber's wild
    When I element the foul, prowl, upon the weekend of sweet
    I gotta eat, generate with the heat, demolish beats
    Collectin sheets, war with beast, Islamic warrior
    Livin the mass hysteria, the bomb shell of America
    Swell competors, explicit lyrics from the editor
    Realistic predator, the rhyme writer, climb heights
    Rhymes ignite, MC's reputation, blown out of sight
    On the mic device, my crew get nice, shoot dice
    Doin callistetics, young diplomatics with automatics
    The asiatic, fuck a fanatic, I split his attic
    You don't want no static, I make you carriage for the rabbits

    [Chorus x2]

    [Hell Razah]
    We've got to take what we want, let these others rappers front
    Yo, take that, you ain't goin get it laid back
    Best record what I say, ain't no time to playback
    That's right platinum hits, yo, before the age at
    Gather millions, acapella in the streets, today crack
    Fuck opinions, I'm hittin to the nights endin
    A new beginin, takin over men and women
    Thoughts used for sinnin, neighborhood no grinin
    Thug religions, expeditions, startin for a mil
    Stick the student for his intuition
    Beyond college, street knowledge, got to eat knowledge
    Off the tree of life, while seek wallets
    Credit cards, some trust for their gods
    In the Wizard of Oz, you get it all to get robbed
    Price is on the food and the Earth's precious jewels
    Ain't the golden rules from the golden black jewels
    Steppin out the furnace, only run with fast learners
    Burn cash and we stash burners
    We be the underground childs, mainstream now
    Sort of like Apocalypse, bloaw, blaow
    Take what you own, must return to your home
    Claim back your throne, we're on a higher zone
    Black Lazurus, plus we're not havin it
    Pass the diamonds on the wrist, we're on some take the earth shit
    Demolish every tool, that y'all niggaz work with
    The barcode, bio chips be short circuited

    [62nd Assassin]
    Here in this jungle, jungle, jungle ?
    I'm livin through, your crew on the subject
    The loot, I'm new improved
    Plus my time piece is bullet proof
    I need a bulldozer or crane, that stains like in vain
    You be the blood and I be the drainin on
    Forgot to burn your proper on, with the tool stone
    Written, founded dead on this spot
    You emergin, believe I'm the surgeon
    Rhymes leave your brain on all right, double scenes
    Back hand, slap you, clap thoughts, like evil raps
    Play that, what it slap right back
    You was seen, soak the zeen
    Self esteem, so common, even suckers die
    Major League, total assassinator, rhyme complicator
    The devil and the sword bring death, feed Jamaica
    Rain or hurricane, step on my house
    Into the house on severe pain, strong like a pyramid
    Nothin but various parts of the house that Jack built
    The little house on the praire, I huff and I puff
    And I blow your brain to a seisure
    Before you step to me, you should of called off
    Ceaser's father, mercy words, I'm no joke
    I cancer smoke, I reply, "your brain and told"
    I live for my tech 9, uzi, grenade, all cause of one rhyme
    Better believe, sleeves, I buck you chicken
    Make you love us, my mic around your neck to bug it

    [Chorus x4]

    [various talk to fade]

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