Concrete Jungle

Lyrics

[Intro: Prodigal Sunn] Ladies and gentlemen, Sunz of Man Uh, jungle of concrete Yo, yo [Chorus: Prodigal Sunn] In the jungle, we got to rumble with the weak Ain't nothing sweet, we got to eat In the jungle, yo, we rumble with the weak Ain't nothing sweet, we got to eat In the jungle, yo, we rumble with the beast Ain't nothing sweet, we got to eat In the jungle, yo, we rumble with the beast Ain't nothing sweet, we got to eat [Verse 1: Timbo King & Prodigal Sunn] Yo, we come from starving days, running up in Dr. Js Rockaway sold the mega trades, digging pocket days Yo, the AIDS wasn't in, cornbraids all trim Army suits snatching Timbs, using friends snatching gems I spent a lifetime of doing crime, hustling dimes, guzzling wine Smuggling wives, one of a kind Under the sunshine, moving as one mind, the genuine Star child, Allah's style, many say they rob us wild When I eliminate the foul, prowl Upon the weekend of the sweet, I got to eat, generate with the heat demolishing beats, collecting sheets, war with the beast Islamic warrior living in mass hysteria The bomb shell of America swell competitors Exquisite lyrics from the editor, realistic predator The rhyme might of Crime Heights My rhymes ignite, MCs reputation blown out of sight On the mic device, my crew get nice, we shoot dice Doing calisthenics, young diplomatics with automatics Stay Asiatic, fuck 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 got to rumble with the weak Ain't nothing sweet, we got to eat In the jungle, yo, we rumble with the beast Ain't nothing sweet, we got to eat [Verse 2: Hell Razah] We've got to take what we want, let these others rappers front Ayo, 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 ADAT Gather millions, acapella in the streets 'til day crack Fuck opinions, I'm hittin' 'til ninth inning, a new beginnin' Takin over men and women, thoughts used for sinnin, neighborhood no grinnin' Thug religions, expeditions, starting for a mil Stick the student for his intuition Beyond college, street knowledge, got to eat knowledge Off the tree of life, while others seek wallets Money and, 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 Stepping 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 on a higher zone Black Lazarus, plus we not having it Pass the diamonds on the wrist, we on some take-the-earth shit Demolish every tool that y'all niggas work with The barcode bio-chip clicks, we short-circuit [Break: 60 Second Assassin] Here in the jungle (Jungle) Jungle boogie! [Verse 3: 60 Second Assassin] I'm living through your crew on the subject, the loot, I'm new improved Plus my time piece is bulletproof I need a bulldozer or crane, that stains like in vain You be the blood and I be the draining on Forgot to burn your proper on, with the tombstone Written, founded dead on this spot You emerging, believe I'm the surgeon Rhymes leave your brain on all right, double scenes Backhand, 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 Nothing but various parts of the House that Jack Built The Little House on the Prairie I huff and I puff and I blow your brain to a seizure Before you step to me, you should of called off Caesar's father had mercy words, I'm no joke I cancer smoke, I reply, "Your brain and told" Run the street like you live for my TEC-9 Uzi, grenade, all 'cause of one rhyme Better believe, sleeves, buck you chicken making nuggets Make you love us, my mic around your neck to bug it [Chorus: Prodigal Sunn] In the jungle, we got to rumble with the weak Ain't nothing sweet, we got to eat In the jungle, yo, we rumble with the weak Ain't nothing sweet, we got to eat In the jungle, yo, we rumble with the beast Ain't nothing sweet, we got to eat In the jungle, yo, we rumble with the beast Ain't nothing sweet, we got to eat [Outro: Prodigal Sunn]