Song information  On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Deep in the Jungle , by - Blackalicious. Song from the album Melodica, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 23.07.2012
Record label: INgrooves
Song language: English
 Song information  On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Deep in the Jungle , by - Blackalicious. Song from the album Melodica, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDeep in the Jungle | 
| 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!», as struggle approaches | 
| A brother’ll flow this | 
| Another ferocious jam, I smother the? | 
| grossagran? | 
| 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 | 
| In the bellly of the beast I abolish emcees with sounds like these | 
| Run over enemies and I rest in the west | 
| Dark hemisphere, burn with a fear is nothing 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 MCs | 
| Not a frog, cunning yet I’m humble | 
| Gotta do the jewels tack wack talkin clowns | 
| Tip me, I’mma knock 'em all around, bust a front | 
| With a fat blunt swinging on a vine in the homeland | 
| I’m attack 'em in the sound little punks when the rap bump | 
| Springing 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 mentally 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 | 
| Calrisian 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 ba?, 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 | 
| (spoken) | 
| Mindless cretins grow through idiosynchrosy | 
| Peels up, rising up, down | 
| (Lateef) | 
| 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 bo? | 
| 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 | 
| Was as up? | 
| paper scun? | 
| be one hung motherfucker | 
| Such as nowadays, its fallin' and splinterin', just 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 | 
| Surround 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 | 
| (spoken) | 
| 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 | 
| (Lyrics Born) | 
| 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 | 
| Name | Year | 
|---|---|
| Alphabet Aerobics | 1998 | 
| Chemical Calisthenics ft. Cut Chemist | 2002 | 
| Make You Feel That Way | 2002 | 
| Swan Lake | 2012 | 
| Inspired By ft. Bosko | 2015 | 
| Blazing Arrow | 2002 | 
| First In Flight ft. Gil Scott-Heron | 2002 | 
| Passion ft. Rakaa, Babu | 2002 | 
| Alpha And Omega ft. Lateef, Lyrics Born, Monophonics | 2015 | 
| Sky Is Falling | 2002 | 
| Love's Gonna Save The Day ft. Fantastic Negrito | 2015 | 
| Release ft. Saul Williams, Lyrics Born | 2002 | 
| 4000 Miles ft. Chali 2na, Lateef The Truth Speaker | 2002 | 
| Introduction: Bow And Fire | 2002 | 
| Green Light: Now Begin | 2002 | 
| Ashes To Ashes | 2015 | 
| Faith ft. Anthony Hamilton | 2015 | 
| Smithzonian Institute of Rhyme | 1999 | 
| As the World Turns | 1999 | 
| I Like The Way You Talk | 2015 |