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