| Southside, you know we living in the jungle
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| Brook’nam, you know we living in the jungle
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| See them gorillas over there in the park, them my niggas
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| After dark we get sparked up and pull triggers
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| You gotta speak orangutan slang or pull capers
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| The cops are the cheetahs and the trees are the skyscrapers
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| See in the jungle we often rumble for loot
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| Some of us just stumble around high off the booze, shoot
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| You get shot, shit
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| Play humble like last year when the cheetahs tried to catch my uncle
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| When you come through, you could get bumped too
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| If you don’t got at least 4 to 5 gorillas amongst you
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| The bigger tree hit 'em shocked and amazed
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| 41 shots hot, take you out in the blaze
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| And if not, they ship your ass to the Bronx in a cage
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| Into the island where you spend your time counting the days
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| But still agriculturally, it’s kind of ill, we blow mills
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| They make a killing and build new lands in the jungle
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| Shaolin, you know we living in the jungle
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| Chi-town, you know we living in the jungle
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| Westside, you know we living in the jungle
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| I tell these chimpanzees who be carrying tools
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| You don’t wanna invest your life in a cesspool
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| Pharmaceutical distributin', breaking the rules
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| You need to take your monkey ass off to school
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| And learn about Botswana, Sudan and Ghana
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| Mozambique and speak of pride and honor
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| I understand sometimes we all feel fenced in
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| But utilize your mind to define dimensions
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| Just then I lost the little monkey’s attention
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| As he stared into the distance focusing and squinting at a
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| Beautiful gazelle that was grazing in the grass with
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| Muscular legs and a rhinoceros ass
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| But in the least case scenario I did try to tell him
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| Hit him with some signs that was a little compelling
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| Little gibbon on a mission, not unlike Magellan
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| What you caught was some felons, crimes and drug selling in the jungle
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| Yo, Ghana, you know we living in the jungle
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| Cape Town, you know we living in the jungle
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| Jo-burg, you know we living in the jungle
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| I’m talking epileptic episodes off that Epinephrine
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| That Albuterol and them other prescribed medicines
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| A zombie in insomnia frecking the Amphetamines
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| My moms had me smoking weed from the Netherlands at age 13
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| Broke apart the scene, a lot of moist weed that was sticky and green
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| See in the 80's it was wine-coolers and woolies
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| The Facts of Life, crack, David Dinkins and toolies
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| Mike Jack said «kick me, kike me, Jew me»
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| Now all the white chicks in the world got booties
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| He rap by popular demand
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| And a nigga nosey on some Toucan Sam shit
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| You not Florida A&M, you not fam, dawg
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| That would be (Marco), that’s my man
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| For biceps I isolate with one hand
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| For triceps I do reps with dip sets, but not Cam
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| Scandal, governors busted, got damn
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| Power to the people unite with one plan
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| I used to write about green eggs and ham
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| 'Til I found out the Food and Drug Administration was a scam
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| Now we steam vegetables, brown, forget the white rice
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| My life is all I have, studying zeitgeist
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| Lyrics bang now and again, sing like the Chi-Lites
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| It’s my right to use my power to shine my light
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| To function, you know the function
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| Yo, Pharoahe Monch, what’s your motherfucking function?
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| I go to Queens for queens, I eat organic in Brooklyn
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| Swing on a vine over the swine and keep 'em shook
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| And take the anaconda through the tunnels
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| Through the Mecca where the piranha try to ball and style on the persona
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| You know I keep it on the low like an iguana
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| When the monikers never leave the crib without the llama in the. |