Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Jungle Music, artist - Jeru The Damaja. Album song The Sun Rises In The East, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.05.1994
Record label: A Mercury Records release;
Song language: English
Jungle Music |
It started on the sands of land of the mother |
Word to mother, king like my father |
My style survived slave ships, whips, and chains, hardships |
Still through all this the praise roll off my lips |
Bring your guns, chains and tone force your religion |
On me cut my hair, the vibes still exist |
To destroy the molesters of my heritage |
But they conceal the drums of evil, my loyal lineage |
King of kings, God of gods |
Like my ancestors drums I beat the odds |
More mics killed than slaves during the middle passages |
Who rapes and ravages and calls us savage? |
Jungle bunny, I’m not mo’funny, I’m mo’deadly |
They know one day we’ll learn how to use it That’s why they fear our jungle music |
(Premier scratches In the J-U-N-G-L-E) |
We went from pyramids to the ghetto |
Still my sounds make devils tumble like the walls of Jerico |
Chant my paower to devour all the snakes and rats |
Extrasensory perception to avoid all traps |
Make a joyful noise unto the Lord |
In the sancuary of your caves white kids press record |
As my mystic music spread from sea to galaxy |
It’s inevitable, you can’t stop me Try to carbon copy, but it always comes out sloppy |
You can’t outrap me, you can’t outrock me Like the dreads on my head, you try and lock me Down underground, but I bounce to the jungle |
Melodies, that flows like the breeze |
Through the trees, like my forefathers, command the wind and seas |
With my jungle music |
(Premier does his thing) |
Unga bunga binga |
Sound warrior, I’ll take your head more than a rap singer |
Enlightener, with the mitre |
Make the forces of my nature smite ya Over the airwaves, powers are released |
Holy music destroy the savage beast |
I’ll beat the devil like a Niyabini drummer |
Beasts his drum, this beat will drum through the summer |
Try to hold us back with all the strength you can muster |
You’ll hear a sound similar to the one Custer |
Heard before he got ambushed, you’ll get ambushed |
For taking this back to Kush |
For too long you’ve abused it On the low used it, and called it jungle music |
(Premier scratches) |