| Round and round, upside down
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| Living my live underneath the ground
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| Never heard of and hardly seen
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| A whole lot of talk about the Red, Black and Green
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| So dirty you didn’t wanna deal with it
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| So funky you didn’t wanna get with it
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| But that’s alright, no problem, cool
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| Sent to the Earth to educate the fool
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| Waiting around for my shell to crack
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| After that you can’t hold me back
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| Looking out for the danger signs
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| Jungle Bros bringing forth a change in times
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| Left, right, some ask from which angle
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| Straight up the middle, reality’s the riddle
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| Sendin' a message to the old and young
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| Confused about where I come from
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| What planet? |
| What channel? |
| What station?
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| AfriKa from the Zulu Nation…
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| Confused, no landing, no understanding
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| But I knew not to give what life was demanding
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| Found a new tab, thought I’d take a grab
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| Tired of brothers who feign to backstab
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| Beating a bigger drum, better days will come
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| And if they don’t come, I’ll get up and make some
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| First you crawl before you walk
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| First you think before you talk
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| I found in life that you wear a hard hat
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| Protect your mind and bad things will stay back
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| Vultures flocking around on corners
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| Snakes slide through our law and order
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| Years slip away and I get older
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| Leaves hit the ground and it gets colder
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| My heart pumps faster so I get bolder
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| That’s when I ask my brother to… take over!
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| My mellow, Uncle Sam!
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| (Ladies and gentlemen, live from the Planet Rock we have the
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| J.Beeeeees…)
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| You see some listen but still don’t hear
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| Some seem far but are real near
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| I climb a mountain to reach a kingdom
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| And if they’re willing, sure I’ll bring them
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| Think to the needy and then to the greedy
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| Rely on the heaven and earth to feed me
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| Move to the motions of the moon
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| (Take out your shades!) Cause the sun comes soon
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| To plan my day I look at the sky
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| I see rain and I still ask why…
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| Broke the airwaves, trying to make waves
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| Finally came through but came in mono
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| Frequencies I kept on fighting
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| Satelliting what I was writing
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| Three years, finally got through
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| Came through in stereo…
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| So hello everybody and how ya’ll doing?
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| We gonna say a few words and keep on stepping
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| People watching to see what we would do
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| Live on air you heard us say to you:
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| The city’s a jungle and we are the brothers
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| This so-called King Of The Jungle will run for cover
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| All of your minds have been set into a trance
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| So instead of fighting out our problems…
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| We order ya’ll to dance! |