| Ladies and gentlemen: sunz of man
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| Uhh, jungle of concrete
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| Yo, yo In the jungle, we gotta rumble with the bees/wee
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| Ain’t nothin sweet, we gotta eat
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| Yo, we come from starvin days, runnin up in dr. |
| j’s
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| Rock away, so the mega trades, diggin, pockin days
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| Yo, the aids wasn’t in, calm braids all trimmed
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| Army suits snatched and timbs
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| You’se a friend, snatch a gem
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| I spent a lifetime of doin crime, hustlin dimes, guzzlin wine
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| Smugglin wives, one of a kind
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| Under the sunshine, movin as one mind, the genuine
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| Star child, allah’s style, many say their barber’s wild
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| When i element the foul, prowl, upon the weekend of sweet
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| I gotta eat, generate with the heat, demolish beats
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| Collectin sheets, war with beast, islamic warrior
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| Livin the mass hysteria, the bomb shell of america
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| Swell competors, explicit lyrics from the editor
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| Realistic predator, the rhyme writer, climb heights
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| Rhymes ignite, mc’s reputation, blown out of sight
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| On the mic device, my crew get nice, shoot dice
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| Doin callistetics, young diplomatics with automatics
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| The asiatic, fuck a fanatic, i split his attic
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| You don’t want no static, i make you carriage for the rabbits
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| We’ve got to take what we want, let these others rappers front
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| Yo, take that, you ain’t goin get it laid back
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| Best record what i say, ain’t no time to playback
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| That’s right platinum hits, yo, before the age at Gather millions, acapella in the streets, today crack
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| Fuck opinions, i’m hittin to the nights endin
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| A new beginin, takin over men and women
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| Thoughts used for sinnin, neighborhood no grinin
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| Thug religions, expeditions, startin for a mil
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| Stick the student for his intuition
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| Beyond college, street knowledge, got to eat knowledge
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| Off the tree of life, while seek wallets
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| Credit cards, some trust for their gods
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| In the wizard of oz, you get it all to get robbed
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| Price is on the food and the earth’s precious jewels
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| Ain’t the golden rules from the golden black jewels
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| Steppin out the furnace, only run with fast learners
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| Burn cash and we stash burners
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| We be the underground childs, mainstream now
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| Sort of like apocalypse, bloaw, blaow
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| Take what you own, must return to your home
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| Claim back your throne, we’re on a higher zone
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| Black lazurus, plus we’re not havin it Pass the diamonds on the wrist, we’re on some take the earth shit
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| Demolish every tool, that y’all niggaz work with
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| The barcode, bio chips be short circuited
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| Here in this jungle, jungle, jungle?
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| I’m livin through, your crew on the subject
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| The loot, i’m new improved
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| Plus my time piece is bullet proof
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| I need a bulldozer or crane, that stains like in vain
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| You be the blood and i be the drainin on Forgot to burn your proper on, with the tool stone
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| Written, founded dead on this spot
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| You emergin, believe i’m the surgeon
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| Rhymes leave your brain on all right, double scenes
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| Back hand, slap you, clap thoughts, like evil raps
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| Play that, what it slap right back
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| You was seen, soak the zeen
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| Self esteem, so common, even suckers die
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| Major league, total assassinator, rhyme complicator
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| The devil and the sword bring death, feed jamaica
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| Rain or hurricane, step on my house
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| Into the house on severe pain, strong like a pyramid
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| Nothin but various parts of the house that jack built
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| The little house on the praire, i huff and i puff
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| And i blow your brain to a seisure
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| Before you step to me, you should of called off
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| Ceaser’s father, mercy words, i’m no joke
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| I cancer smoke, i reply, «your brain and told»
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| I live for my tech 9, uzi, grenade, all cause of one rhyme
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| Better believe, sleeves, i buck you chicken
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| Make you love us, my mic around your neck to bug it |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Concrete Jungle , by - Sunz Of Man. Song from the album Wu-Tang Killa Bees: The Swarm, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп