Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Deep in the Jungle, artist - Blackalicious. Album song Melodica, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.07.2012
Record label: INgrooves
Song language: English
Deep 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 |