deep in the jungle

Lyrics

, and i come like this, i've got a few things i wanna say, i'm gunnin', ya runnin away, do not stay, cuz the wrath of the gift will be hittin' ya spliff, and a lot of the crews got sprayed and yelled raid, like a couple of roaches, as struggle approaches, a brother'll blow this, another ferocious jam, i smother the grosser gram, i hover above the land of lame emcees that dont blow, i'm poppin' the clip and then bo bo with the gun, and a once in a munch chest, rest in peace, and i bellow you to beast, i abolish emcees with sounds like these, run over enemies and i rest in the west-, ern hemisphere, burn wit a fear is nothin but a mere setback, hear when i'm here, earn wit a clear conscience in the middle of the jet black, i'm a dog, running through the jungle, wit a hoodie and black hat choppin down mc's, not a frog, cunning yet i'm humble, gotta do the jewels tack wack talkin clowns, tip me, i'ma knock 'em all around, bust a front, with a fat blunt swinging on a vine in the homeland, i'ma tack 'em in the sound little punks when the rap bump, springin on the rhyme i bowl man, gifted when i'm lifted off a spliff hit, reminisce shit, riff with dipshits, this shit is the mischievous style of the gifted, i'm a whiz kid, get a whiff kid, swingin' down low, breakin' down flows, with a new flow medley outgrow when you step back, to the black with a fat rap with a fat sack, with a little bit a funk in my napsack, take it back to the brother land, and i was smotherin' stupid idiots like tarzan, givin' back to the brother man and get another land, man gimme it, its or-land-o calrissian, how easy and tight wishin' into the depths, up in the sound in the heart of the jungle, gettin' wild with the art of the rumble, never amount to be smarter than dumbo, make 'em mumble, make 'em humble, get me round from the start, you will crumble, and you tumble, and you stumble, and i do it like that, from the end to the other end never gonna end, set a trend with the maniac mic clutch, hey bob. by the by, said you keep your day job, my competitors never know the right touch, have to bail through the backstreets, raisin' hell to a black beat, rappers fail to attack me, like a sail with the slack g, i attack 'em like acne, exactly ugh, mindless cretins grow through idiosyncrasy, peels up, rising up, down, steppin' up through the deep, dank murkiness, no telling what is lurking, i hero it, but will i sense a jerkin, i proceed to bust a buster, cuz i trust the finer design in the mind of the rhyme, just about impossible to find, what a disgrace to the race of wack mc's, i am because i choose to stand my ground, firm and blowin' the rhythm the vermin and learnin', all i know is we've earned every entry attained, and strained the game, and what i'm tryin' to explain is that, the deeper we're creepin' the more we find sleepin', and slippin' just shootin' dead lips on a mission, its missin' the reason the gift we've been given the rhythm, cuz that just the way we've been livin, and thrive in the essence, survive and its easy, to recognize when analyzing the flow, surprises the lame in this line and tryin', to get you to buy into their fantasy world, can it be damaged the emina bones, of the fellas and men thats exploting my culture, can't understand every breast that you touch, what was up paper stung be one hung motherfucker, suckers nowadays, is fallin' and splinterin', just like timber, instead of, gettin out of my way, and what i'm -- meaning to say is that, the canopy that covers me now is the blackest, attack this, i thought we already established the wackness, presented in the cemented jungle, by the bumblin' brothers stumblin' tumblin' down, surroundin me in a cannibalistic style, but i just smile and, silence 'em like the lambs, they all the whole flock, we just one magic stock style, i'm gettin' 'em off like crack viles, and wicked the whole fuckin while, not trippin over no vines, or over no swine, or over no mines, or over no line at the plot, thinkin' of whippin' 'em like a glock in the jungle, now in the beginning of the journey, not in time, but in the mind, imagine the camels being loaded up, the men, loading themselves up, it's a long journey -- the oasis is all in the clamor, as we start from the top we go to the very bottom, of a myserious place -- a very mysterious place, what's that i see? ahhhh, i can't even describe you, so i ain't even gon' try.hmmmm, making hell of mc asia is now this i dont dispute but you knew, you knew lyrics born was a ripped off note sheet of a hundred, and you scrape the paint off your bumpers making sure you beat the buzzer, making sure lyrics born came out his mother's stomach, covered with the lyrics that kill, no bumper, right? cuz mo'fucka, i know you can make colors rhyme, and have the whole goddamn planet yellin uncle at you and even, still take the time big up little egg, can you imagine?, big up asia born, this little bottle, or that you would even be lightly concerned with little, little words, that you would tug at the line, pullin' the kind, of lyrics out my mouth that make me big bad don, takin' kids' legs home, you can't even back a sliver roach, you know, that type shit, and then watch me wreck this stage boy, like i got your daddy's style hangin' around my waist, and then watch me forget -- the way, good lyrics taste, thinkin' i just ain't little rabbit eyes in your heart, man, cuz if i thought it was just, lyrics born that made lyrics born, lyrics born, and then suddenly i can't do no more, i'd be like, "do you remember me?" no, asia, and you used to play my record on the way to the vapor