Concrete Jungle lyrics

by

Masta Killa


[Intro: Prodigal Sunn]
Ladies and gentlemen; Sunz of Man
Uhh, jungle of concrete
Yo, yo

[Chorus: Prodigal Sunn]
In the jungle, we gotta rumble with the weak
Ain't nothin sweet—we gotta eat
In the jungle, yo, we rumble with the weak
Ain't nothin sweet—we gotta eat
In the jungle, yo, we rumble with the beast
Ain't nothin sweet—we gotta eat
In the jungle, yo, we rumble with the beast
Ain't nothin sweet—we gotta eat

[Verse 1: Timbo King + Prodigal Sunn]
Yo, we come from starvin' days, runnin' up -in Dr. Js
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
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 calisthenics, young diplomatics with automatics
Stay Asiatic, f*ck a fanatic, I split his attic
You don't want no static, I make you carrots for the rabbits
[Chorus: Prodigal Sunn]
In the jungle, we gotta rumble with the weak
Ain't nothin sweet—we gotta eat
In the jungle, we gotta rumble with the beast
Ain't nothin sweet—we gotta eat

[Verse 3: Hell Razah + 60 Second Assassin]
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
f*ck 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 sh*t
Demolish every tool that y'all n*ggas work with
The barcode' bio-chip clicks, we short-circuit
Here in the jungle (Jungle)
Jungle boogie! 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 tombstone
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 TEC-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: Prodigal Sunn]
In the jungle, we gotta rumble with the weak
Ain't nothin sweet—we gotta eat
In the jungle, yo, we rumble with the weak
Ain't nothin sweet—we gotta eat
In the jungle, yo, we rumble with the beast
Ain't nothin sweet—we gotta eat
In the jungle, yo, we rumble with the weak
Ain't nothin sweet—we gotta eat

[Outro: Prodigal Sunn]
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