Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rumble in the Jungle, artist - J.PeriodDate of issue: 02.04.2020
Song language: English
Rumble in the Jungle |
| Root to the fruit |
| More bass than bootsy collins |
| You verses me Thats like ali verses foreman (a-ha) |
| Gods act, stand back and watch |
| Devils time out |
| Cant be timed with no swatch watch |
| Who I am, the black abraham |
| Zunga zunga zang, yellow man, vietnam |
| Add an extra bar as I spar with literature |
| Taking kingdoms from tsars |
| Winning more wars than the moors |
| Hey, whats the deal? |
| I seen the devil spar with allah |
| Mathematics was the key to set my whole race free |
| You might debate we, a refugee |
| No harm hurt me Dying, thirsty from the struggle |
| To my own hustle bubble |
| On the low, woe is me To show the free bob right |
| The righteous asiatic thinker |
| While satan rob light |
| Civilised like the molly |
| Burgundy, wildy rocking |
| Seen the fifth when ali clocked him |
| John forte will keep you locked in People all around |
| You got to recognise and witness |
| The mister who swift enough to knock you out with mic fitness |
| Hands blistered from holding the mics tight |
| Some say its fright night |
| Well throw the r after the f cause Im gonna take away your breath |
| The bell rings and now its just a daily operation |
| Yo, you saw my lubrication |
| You can see this occupation (the winner) |
| Eh, you know were from q-borough |
| L-booie and clef the trainers, prazwell promote the throw |
| We used to bite bullets with the pig-skin casing |
| Now we perfect slang like a gang of street masons (uh) |
| Scribe check make connects |
| True pyramid architects (yeah) |
| Replace the last name with the x (x) |
| The mans got a God complex |
| But take the text and change the picture |
| Watch muhammad play the messenger like holy muslim scriptures |
| Take orders from only god |
| Only war when its jihad |
| See ali appears in zaire to reconnect 400 years |
| But we the people dark but equal give love to such things |
| To the man who made the fam remember when we were kings |
| Blocks on fire (blocks on fire tonight) |
| Fiends getting higher (uh-huh) |
| Robbing blue collar |
| (hey yo we rob them blue collars) |
| Killing for a dollar (stick em up) |
| Youths get tired (ali ah yeah) |
| Were dealing with them liars (ali ah yeah) |
| (were dealing with too many liars) |
| From brooklyn to zaire (uh-huh ah yeah) |
| We need a ghetto messiah (ah yeah come on) |
| Send me an angel in the morning, baby |
| Send me an angel in the morning, darling |
| Send me muhammad in the morning, baby |
| Send me an angel in the morning, darling |
| Once the pen hits the pad its danger |
| To this I be no stranger |
| Step inside the ring and Ill derange you (come on) |
| Im hearing no comments |
| Everyone looks dispondent |
| Dejected, rejected similiar to liston |
| Catching lists |
| Beat it, sonny |
| My man is still the greatest in this |
| To hell with frazier yappin about that negative shit |
| Now listen, you can try and escape if you want to But ask yourself, who the hell you gonna run to Like sade abu you got a punch that I can sleep to Fugees, tribe, busta rhymes forever coming through |
| We sing amazing grace over two dollar plate |
| One roll snake eyes like jake the snake |
| Many lies put up for stakes |
| Wash our sins at the great lakes |
| You and I cannot see eye to eye |
| So therefore we cannot relate |
| Im here when I make myself crystal clear |
| You fled to cape fear when I laced you in zaire |
| Tussle with a lasso in the royal rumble |
| Seperate boys from men in the concrete jungle |
| I remember when cassius clay flipped the script |
| Taking trips to zimbabwe |
| Africans started calling the God ali bumbaye (so bwoy) |
| It be the God stricken, God nutrition, lightly stricken (ha) |
| Blow that make you feel like you was poison bitten |
| Ha yo Im bout to blister you and your sister |
| Predicting every ass whipping before my fights my nigga |
| This be your last warning once you walk past the doorman |
| Ali and foreman gonna lock ass until the morning |
| Marvellous finances provided by joseph mobutu |
| Special guests of honour like the archbishop desmond tutu |
| We watched the rumble in the jungle |
| To see who be the targeted uncle to be the first to fall and fumble |
| Nuff blows they gettong thrown, like solid milestones |
| Internally shaking up niggas, imbalance your chromosones |
| With the force of a thousnad warriors |
| When I bust your ass identify me as the lord victorious |
| Blocks on fire (youre a star) |
| (blocks on fire) |
| Fiends getting higher (youre a star) |
| Robbing blue collar (youre a star) |
| (yeah rob them blue collars) |
| Killing for a dollar (youre a star) |
| Youths get tired (youre a star) |
| (youths getting tired) |
| Were dealing with them liars (youre a star) |
| (were dealing with too many liars) |
| From brooklyn to zaire (youre a star) |
| We need a ghetto messiah |