Lyrics

[Verse 1] [J. Guevara] Hear the confessions of an unrepentant Skinnee From the depths of my soul in my hole in New York City I arose from my frozen abode from the north Came forth on course and write my rhymes from the source [Special J] To delight Dr. Lecter I'll recite some invective of my own Here's my quid pro quo Omens and portents have sprung forth in torrents It's time to realize my rise has been foretold From the sticks to the streets I beat a path that'll last I came to NYC by the way of the pasture Na�ve and pure, I stepped from the steppes From the pie to the Apple like Ming it's merciless But my mastery of majesty brings tragedy Well yes, my mastery of majesty brings tragedy [J. Guevara] And my insanity loves company So I stray into the fray 'cause the chaos comforts me But somebody in front of me wants to rumble The fauna causing trauma in the jungle I be the lion in winter, the hinterland dweller A cappella dash fast like a sprinter Test me like litmus, but witness the fitness Of my wit, quick, come get with this! [Hook] The sun comes up and I'll run with the animals! (It's a wild kingdom!) The sun goes down and I'll run from the cannibals! (It's a wild kingdom!) [Verse 2] [J. Guevara] Due to my ability to flow with agility I take my place amongst the nobility But fuck the futility my mobility is upwards But my cupboards be bare like Hubbard's and it's killing me Stress make me pound my chest like a gorilla be To prove my virility; search for sense and sensibility Like Austen, I lost in Philly, D.C Or Boston so I jet back to Willie B [Special J] But trust in me, like Kaa said to Mowgli I've escaped the snake like Houdini, so hold me Enthralling, I'm calling like the wild One hundred percent intelligent manchild [J.Guevara] Now I'm making ends, and I'm trying to make ends meet Hoping that the enemy ain't lurking where my friends be To feed on 'em in a frenzy like piranhas While some silly sallies dilly dally like the Lama [Special J] But make no mistake: I'll frustrate them When they hunt me; more underground than Salman Rushdie My learning's been obscuring like Jude [J. Guevara] I want to walk like you, I want to talk like you [Special J] So what's the hullaballoo? We've got the bare necessities I'll secure your secrets with my opens and my sesames Effervescently sent to inlay Rhizomes like Jim Jones says "Hey, Kool-Aid!" [Hook] (It's a wild kingdom.)x4