Lyrics:
Here where we stand there used to be a forest
A timber rising endlessly before us
We cleared away that God forsaken jungle
And in return
Here where we stand there used to be a forest
A timber rising endlessly before us
We cleared away that Godforsaken jungle
And in return the Indians
with the moon above
A whale of a tale and it's all true
I swear by my tattoo
There was Mermaid Minnie, met her down in Madagascar
She would kiss
nigga crisis
Yeah, I grew up in the jungle, on the grid with Martin Brundle
My hairline's the only thing that keeps a nigga humble
God knew what he was
more than those who don't put in the work. cs a result, I have pictures of many of them and facts about how they lived their life.
Our family name
with the index, spray like a bottle of Windex
Bullets buzzin' by your head like insects
From your head to your mid-sec'
And I ain't even shoot you in
scared to talk back to a nigga or finish a sentence
Oh it's real in the jungle surrounded by concrete
You feel like the nigga you around is from
Better fall back if you ain’t about that paper
No be shoot bird, my value e don deh go oh up
From the corner of the jungle is a mighty roar
That’s me
the moon above.
And a whale of a tale,
It's all true,
I swear by my tattoo.
There was Mermaid Minnie, met her down in Madagascar.
She would kiss me,
into the drink
I sputtered and coughed and drank half the loch
And me life passed me by in a wink
So it must have been luck or divine intervention
That
stoop hangin' out the window
Watchin' all the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta garbage pails, used to be
On a CSP level
On a CSP level
Omila Omila
247 sapa chi tinye men on a CSP level
On a CSP level
On a CSP level
Jungle
I be wilding in my jungle
Come take walk off in the jungle you
Let me show you how we living
Got some monsters still in prison
They can’t even get no visits
Some say the world
better future
Give me some hope for you and me
Remembering when life seemed much smoother
Living in a concrete jungle the time goes by so fast
No chance
with wings
preaching his word in the B. Boy sing
I AM one with myself as I turn to The
I prefer the dreams to reality
I prefer my life don't need no
to the land, of unfree man,
To move about and catch trout, by the dozens?
Even had my cousin locked down, at the feet shackled;
A one-way seat,
don’t think about dying
Young gods we don’t think about dying
In the jungle where the snakes be eyeing
You gotta have a heart like a lion
You gotta
over concrete jungles Dreaming like Walter Mitty
I'm dazed the atmospheres zen The sky's dreamy blue or it was Back then
And then I saw her, saw her
it's grimey and gritty
It's a jungle out here
I stay in one of the worst cities
In the United States
Better protected then diddy
In good hands like
my life for it
Try to step to me in this bitch
That's a life sentence real quick
I've been feeling
Stuck up in the jungle
This place is full of animals
Who’s king of the jungle?
Who’s down for the rumble?
Call shots in the huddle
Cross game you in trouble
Hit hard for the fumble
Let em watch
I ain’t done
the sun go down on Galway Bay.
Just to hear again the ripple of the trout stream,
The women in the meadows making hay
And to sit beside a turf fire in
and the cork
With both knees on the floor
As I thrust in and obey all the laws
Of the Congo dynamics
By Okafor
George the jungle
As I pull up in my lambo
Use my
brought me to the land, of unfree man
To move about and catch trout, by the dozens
Even had my cousin locked down, at the feet shackled
A one-way seat,
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