Verse 1: Mike G
It's a cryin' shame, brothers takin' life as a game
Growing up against the law, but no-one knows who's to blame
Dealin' drugs on the corner, you don't have to, but you wanna
A meal is hard to make, but you tell yourself you're gonna
Dealing 12 to 12, day into evening
I wonder how you continue to be grieving
Your meal is made and it's time to chill
You buy the black Mercedes Benz with the gold to the grill
Cruisin' up the ave while your friends get jealous
You find out, you quickly get restless
You buy a gun, it doesn't help but hurt you
Because your so-called friend rattled on you
You're in the pen serving 10 to 20
Your boy snatched your girl and put use to your money
You're out for teen, but what does it mean?
You're just a wasted, young brother who lost it all on a dream
Chorus: (sampled from What's Going On by Marvin Gaye)
What's goin' on, I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I
Yeah, what's goin' on, I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I
Verse 2: Afrika, Mike G
My blood brother is bleeding, it's a cryin' shame
Out on the street tryin' to play the game
Formally an in-mate straight from upstate
Can't stop him now 'cause you see it's just too late
He's on the run and he's got a gun
Stay out his way unless you want some
See, he's gettin' older, a bit more bolder
Got his name written up in the 5-0 folder
A big Christmas list of all the crime's he's committed
He says he didn't do it, but we know he did it
Summons his lawyers, fingerprints, bung shots
Lookin' for my brother, yo, he's at the drug spots
Livin' off that cheap Chinese food
He says he only bumps the people when he's in the mood
Runnin' 'round with his crews and his 2-2's
I saw him last night in the prime time news
Shot and killed by a
His birth to the earth was a big mistake
Now, history was not my favourite subject
I used to flip through the pages and get upset
Seein' little of black and too much of the other
(They tried to brainwash you) Picture that, a jungle brother
Read this, read that, answer question 3
But when I got to 3, it had nothin' to do with me
Somethin' was wrong, and I knew it all along
Now tell me (please) what's goin' on
Repeat chorus
Verse 3: Afrika, Mike G
A: Now, I've been told all the do's and don't-do-not's
My mother, hallelujah, she called the shots
She said, "Don't play with guns and play with knives
And most of all, don't play with other people's wives
When you're walkin' down the street, pay the pushers no mind
'Cause all they wanna do is put your mind on cloud nine
Put your head up high and your feet on the ground
You don't have to be like everybody else to be down
Stay in school
G: Don't be no fool
A: Don't lose your temper
G: And keep your cool
A: Follow your heart
G: And not your friends
A: And some of your friends
G: Could lead you into dead ends"
A: The other day my father said, "Son, God bless your soul
Our life is gettin' tougher and the world is cold"
I said, "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, what do you mean?" He said,
G: "You ain't got nothin' 'less you got the green"
A: I realise to myself things are gonna be hard
So each and every day I pray to God
I say, "Now I lay me down to sleep
G: I give the Lord my soul to keep
A: If I should die before I wake
G: Take me to heaven 'cause I need a break
A: But if you let me live to another morn
G: I'd like to know what's goin' on
Chorus 2:
What's goin' on, I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I
Now from a tribe called Quest
And I'm here tonight with The Jungle Brothers
And we're about to get into this thing called
Black is black, is black, is black
Yeah, uh, huh, aah, baby
Said yeah, ah hah
Black is black, is black, is black
In America today, I have to regret to say
Something, something is not right
And it deals with black and white
Tell me Mike G, is it me? Nah, it's just society
Filled with propagander, huh, why do we meander, huh?
In a zone with hate for peace, all of this B.S must cease
All I am is one black man in a mighty big white hand
Brother, brother, sister, sister, if you're miss or if you're mister
Listen please to this fact
Black is black, is black, is black
Black is black, is black, is black
Black is black, is black, is black
Way back when in '68 when brothers didn't have it great
They fought back with civil rights
That scarred the soul, it took the sight
The common foe you plainly see on the streets or on T.V
Segregation was the king, Vietnam was full in swing
Martin Luther had to shout, "Let's get out, get out, get out"
The situation sort of changed
But what really makes matters strange is our foe is well disguised
We don't know where our fate lies, still and all we cannot lack
The fact that black is black, is black
Black is black, is black, is black
Black is black, is black, is black
Judged by both my race and color
Don't you know we need each other?
I need you and you need me and if not now you soon will see
My light complexion has no meaning
If you think so you're still dreaming
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up
There's no time for us to break up
Black is black not blue or purple
Being black is like a circle, round and round we all will go
Where we end up I don't know, listen to me if you will
Your fantasies will get you killed
Reality is what is real, reality is black is black
I try, try to tell my people, we all are one, created equal
Before we master, we must plan, is that so hard to understand?
Today's the day we get together
To try to change and make things better
If not where will we be tomorrow? Drowning in the pool of sorrow
Daylight shines but still few see that we must fight for unity
In a picture that's fixed as black and white
Why's it both that have to fight? Uplift the race, uplift the race
See my soul and not my face, all for one and one for all
Ahhhhh...
Wjbs, on your radio dial
With the morning of the fox, that rocks the box
Expect sunshine today!
For yesterday's rain has faded far away
Now we seek a brand new day, a brand new way
Learn my brothers and sisters, learn
[mike g]
Nighttime fades away, on to the next day
The weatherman predicts a clear sunny saturday
Relax laid back and feelin the cool breeze
Positive vibes in sauce and the melodies
Gather my leaves and all my minerals
Fix myself a bowl of vegetables
Ice cold water and chopped up fruits
Gonna be a long day so I throw on my boots
Stretch out my hut and beyond the sun rises
Clouds gather round and suddenly hides it
Doubled back cause it started pourin
Children scared of the thunder roarin
Given the light but now there's darkness
Started with intelligence, now there's ignorance
Negative vibes now I don't feel right
I want my sunshine, I want my sunlight
Same old story, over and over
Somebody tryin to take knowledge over
So I fight back with a native dance
Sing my song and chant my chants
Rain, rain, go away
Please come back another day
The sun will shine and now the sky is gray
Please rain, go way
{lah lahhhhhhh-lah.. lah-lahhhh..}
{lah lahhhhhhh-lah.. lah-lahhhh..}
{lah..}
[afrika]
The pavement sweats as a hot day sets in
I need to cool off so I find me a hydrant
Pull out my wrench and turn on a happy face
See some buckets I think there'll be a chase
Water splashin, children laughin
Hopin the feelin, will keep on lastin
A shot rings out and a young girl hits the ground
Someone wasn't in the mood for playin around
The mother cries as she sees her young one
^-->{lah lahhhhhhh-lah.. lah-lahhhh..}
Victim of a fool while playin in the hot sun
Kangaroos came and cleared out the area
^-->{lah lahhhhhhh-lah.. lah-lahhhh..}
Covered her up so the sun won't beat her {lah..}
The sun still shines but the day now feels gray
Oh mr. rain would you please please go away?
The sun still shines but the day now feels gray
Oh mr. rain would you please please go away?
Ah-uhh, ahh uhh, uh ah-ah-ahh-uh (sunshine)
Ahh-uh-uhh, uh-uh, uh-ahh-uh (sunshine)
Ahh-uh-uhh, uh-uh, ahh-uh-uh (sunshine)
Ahh-uh-uh, uh-ahhhhhh.. (sunshine)
Rain, rain, go away
Please come back another day
The sun will shine and now the sky is gray
Please rain, go way
{lah lahhhhhhh-lah.. lah-lahhhh..}
{lah lahhhhhhh-lah.. lah-lahhhh..}
{lah lahhhhhhh-lah.. lah-lahhhh..}
{lah lahhhhhhh-lah.. lah-lahhhh..}
{lah..}
Wjbs and in the studio right now the jungle brothers
How you doin my friends? {*various chatter*}
Before we go on, say a few words to the people
[mike g]
Yeah I'd like to say I'd like to say somethin serious
Real serious
The sun shinin, the guidin light
The fire that we all attempt to fight
The only thing is you can't put it out
You blow and blow but that makes it grow
Bright around and it was made for me
A gift from God that he gave to me
You eat it and chew it, and then you swallow it
And wisdom is what you get from it
Try to stop me from gettin mine
And you can kiss me where the sun don't shine
Yeah, there's room out there for those who want some
Cause "everybody's got a little light, under the sun,
Under the sun, under the sun, under the sun.."
[afrika]
Knowledge stands upright, fear has no height
Work towards the star that gives off the brightest light
Jbeez movin in a bright direction
Free of injury or evil infection
Stay out the dark and you'll find that you'll be strong
Believe in yourself and nothin will go wrong
There's room out there for those who want some
Because everybody's got a little light, under the sun
[The JBeez, the JBeez...]
10th round,
And still catching that beat down
So I retreat back to my old stomping ground,
Regroup and lounge,
Put on a couple of pounds,
And make plans to create the raw, homegrown sounds
Without love and support,
I might come up short,
But I dare not resort, to the low-life sport
Young bucks nowadays,
Even kids my own age,
Making front page
By getting locked in the cage
Pumping, self-destruction
And self-reduction
Souls get sucked into the evil corruption
The odds are against me
And the world won't present to me
Bad thoughts on my mind
But I won't let it tempt me
Organized confusion, negative illusion
I throw up my guard to combat intrusion
Say what say what say what
Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother [Jungle Brother]
True Blue [True Blue]
Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother [Jungle Brother]
True Blue [True Blue]
Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother [Jungle Brother]
True Blue [True Blue]
Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother [Jungle Brother]
True Blue [True Blue]
Now if I worry to much about all my have nots
I might not recoginize just what I've got
I've got control of my soul and I gotta firm hold
And if I keep on holding, I'ma reach my goals
When I'm walking through the streets
I see all sorts, BIG wasn't lying about them drugs and sports
Gotta keep my head up and everything is alright
Cuz if I want to get this cash, I got to be game tight
Baby girl is at home and she's screaming ";Daddy";
Momma don't know, just might think I'm out pimping in a nice caddy,
But it ain't like that
Trying to keep that rogue status up off my back
So when the loot come through,
I do what I gotta do,
Cuz indeed I'm Jungle Brother, just to stay true blue.
Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother [Jungle Brother]
True Blue [True Blue]
Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother [Jungle Brother]
True Blue [True Blue]
Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother [Jungle Brother]
True Blue [True Blue]
Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother [Jungle Brother]
True Blue [True Blue]
[The JBeez, The JBeez...]
Ya
For all my peoples out there, in the NYC
JBeez is the initial, got to keep it official,
Ripping up the game plan, and send it off like a missile
Business is intact, now we come back strapped
So if something go down, we rearrange contracts
Coming bite and exact
To take your mental out the shack
Dunk your cookie in my milk
And let it soak in my rap
On the mic I talk about the blight
To reach new heights
Put up a fight with everything in sight
That blocks my light
Label my generation
X marks the spot
We make it hot
We don't stop
To bust back, we just keep
Busting the [Blam blam]
Bulletproof brain cells
The name spells out success
That will remind you of the place where the JBeez rest
Stay black and rhyming
Till the day that I'm dieing
Death defying
Shaky eyeing
And God I'm relying
Test up my import, make a million or more
Keep the radio rocking, fill up the dance floor
When we come to the jam
No glissening gimmicks
Break it off on your right
See my style has no limits
Handle BI like a true blue jungle GI
Make the ladies reply with the wink of an eye
Rhyme writing, counter lighting
Emcees like this make hits for competition
Like slitting your wrists
Each sequel's so lethal
That no other can equal
Spark it up for the jam
But rock it on for the people
Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother [Jungle Brother]
True Blue [True Blue]
Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother [Jungle Brother]
True Blue [True Blue]
Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother [Jungle Brother]
True Blue [True Blue]
Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother [Jungle Brother]
True Blue [True Blue]
Every day, all day, it goes down like this
[The JBeez, the JBeez...]
I'm freakin' you, baby, drivin' you crazy
I'm freakin' you, baby, drivin' you crazy
I'm freakin' you, baby, drivin' you crazy
I'm freakin' you, baby, drivin' you crazy
Put my style
(Put your style)
Monkey charm
(Monkey charm)
I can make you jump around and drive you wild
(Drive you wild)
I grab the mic
(Grab the mic)
And get you high
(Get you high)
Because I say the things that I know that you like
(I know you like)
I take your back
(I take your back)
With my rhyme
(With my rhyme)
And do my thing turning this building in funky trap
(Funky trap)
I let you loose
(Let you loose)
Give you a boost
(Give you a boost)
And I wrap you by the lips and make you move
Because I'm freakin' you, baby, drivin' you crazy
I'm freakin' you, baby, drivin' you crazy
I'm freakin' you, baby, drivin' you crazy
I'm freakin' you, baby, drivin' you crazy
When I get
(When I get)
To your place
I wanna turn up the hazel turn up the base
Do the things
(Do the things)
That I know you like doing
(I know)
So come on, girl, let's get right to it
Turning out
(Turning out)
Scream and shout
(Scream and shout)
'Cause you know we'll be in freaky, it's all about
(It's all about)
Let me hang
(Let me hang)
Do your thing
(Do your thing)
I can sit right here and watch you
And all of my baby
I'm freakin' you baby, drivin' you crazy
If there's a butt I'll make it
Cause I want you to be my lady
I'm freakin' you, baby
(Take a spin baby)
Drivin' you crazy
(I like that)
'Cause the freaky is insane
(That's right)
What you grabbed here that was me
(That's right)
And I want you to be a lady, come on
Freakin' you baby, drivin' you crazy
Taste all of my cravin', making you lazy
I once stoop around, but I don't look
'Cause I re-came for freak show
So, girl, let it out, don't be afraid
'Cause I am the man and I'll be brave
So come on, girl and let it out
Let it out, let it out
I'm freakin' you, baby, drivin' you crazy
I'm freakin' you, baby, drivin' you crazy
I'm freakin' you, baby, drivin' you crazy
I'm freakin' you, baby, drivin' you crazy
I'm freakin' you, baby, drivin' you crazy
I'm freakin' you, baby, drivin' you crazy
I'm freakin' you, baby, drivin' you crazy
I'm freakin' you, baby, drivin' you crazy
You put my style
I'm freakin' you, baby, drivin' you crazy
I'm freakin' you, baby, drivin' you crazy
I'm freakin' you, baby, drivin' you crazy
I'm freakin' you, baby, drivin' you crazy
I'm freakin' you, baby, drivin' you crazy
I'm freakin' you, baby, drivin' you crazy
I'm freakin' you, baby, drivin' you crazy
I'm freakin' you, baby, drivin' you crazy
I'm freakin' you, baby, drivin' you crazy
I'm freakin' you, baby, drivin' you crazy
(No time to hold that now)
I'm freakin' you, baby, drivin' you crazy
(No time to hold that now)
I'm freakin' you, baby, drivin' you crazy
(No time to hold that now)
I'm freakin' you, baby, drivin' you crazy
(No time to hold that now)
I'm freakin' you, baby, drivin' you crazy
(No time to hold that now)
I'm freakin' you, baby, drivin' you crazy
(No time to hold that now)
I'm freakin' you, baby, drivin' you crazy
Intro: Afrika & Mike G
Sammy B is on the cut
Sammy B is on the cut
Sammy B is on the cut
Sammy Beeeeeeeeeeeeeee
A: Ha hah, one two
G: One two
A: One two
G: How we gonna do this?
A: What we have here...
G: Ya
A: Is the Jungle Brothers...
G: Yeah
A: On a black piece of wax
G: Yeah, my name is Mike G
A: Uh huh
G: On the mix is Sammy B
First in line to kick the rhyme, Jungle Brother...
A: Shazzam
G: Yeah
A: One big scratch, here we go
Afrika:
Well, I'm a sure shot shooter and I'm the big shot
The big shot, yes the biggest, and I know I'm hot
Say I'm the baddest, just the baddest and I'm on the top
Sucker MC's try to stop me, but I won't stop
As I adjust and discuss all the rhymes I bust
I leave 'em all in the dust when I start the thrust
They try to catch me on the mic, but I'm hard to chase
I'm the ace in the place kickin' rhymes in your face
I'm outright, oustanding, outrageous, I'm smokin
Never play on the mic, no jivin', no jokin
Not a double-talker, so I don't double-talk
Ladies clock, finger-pop to the rhythm of a hawk
But I ignore the temptation, avoid the sensation
Reputation's at stake, but I won't break
I just chill, ill, let loose all my skill
I make a list of all the ladies that my skill will thrill
Mike G:
Now, my tasty technique tantalises your taste
As my rhymes rock and roll right through this place
I never fade away for forfeit or fess
And my beat is a beat bound to be best
Clowns craze and chase me 'cause I'm so cool
As I ridicule the rule and fool the fool
Ignite the party, excite the crowd
I'll make the quietest person wanna go and get loud
I'll make the hot get hotter when I start to rap
And my reward for goin' off is to hear people clap
I'm a monster for music, and my means are to move
Guys and gals'll get gray when it's time to groove
I'm a sexy sucker, but the mind is sane
Having nothing to lose but only goals to gain
By my side, I'm supplied with the best of the best
Sammy B and Shazam which means there's no contest
Afrika:
Well, I'm an MC debator, rhyme regulator
Cool creator, rapper, not a raper
A damn good fighter, party highlighter
Lady exciter, writer, not a biter
Suckers lookin' to me, say, ";What you think they see?";
They see a fresh, fantastic, fly, funky MC
They try to study my style, use and abuse it for a while
'Til I take 'em to court and have 'em put on trial
I let Mike G judge 'em, put 'em on the case
Sammy B, you be my lawyer to put 'em to disgrace
You see, I never have to worry, 'cause they both got my back
Sammy B for the fader, Mike G for the rap
Mike G:
The more suckers I burn, the better suckers will learn
That Mike G is takin' his turn to earn
Havin' the time, the rhyme, I'm gonna get mine
And it pushes the thought of suckers further out of my mind
'Cause as I rhyme to my peep, suckers smoke the cheap
And butlers take down my orders from the words that I speak
Because I'm strong like a horse and loud like thunder
You mess with me, you'll be 60 feet under
In a jungle with a force, on a straight-forward course
And if you don't join the jungle, you should feel remorse
Break
Afrika:
Ah yeah
Yes yes y'all and you don't stop
You keep on to the break of dawn
You keep on to the break of dawn
You gotta be on time when you bust your rhyme
And you can't be wack when you rap the rap
You gotta get on the mic and do your best
For the people in the north, south, east and west
Like you can't judge a book by it's cover
If you listen, you will learn from a jungle brother
Like that y'all, and you don't stop
You keep on to the early morn
Hey yo, I'm outta here
How Ya Want It We Got It [Oh yeah!] (x4)
{Dove}
Hey Mr. Africa [What]
This joint is headed
Man I'm glad that beef is debted
I jolt the bullet quick
Out of the fifty-one six
To hear my Sammy on the mix [Aight]
We flipped the belt
I felt the rubber burnin'
See I was yearnin' for the moment
Man opponents couldn't stop me
When I first heard AC/DC I had to get a copy.
Now I'm swole
Who try to patrol my family
Your fantasy back in the day was to be native
But now your sh-t's sedated
I bring the doctor,
I'm a for the remedy
But some pretend to be
A bit seditty
Your atittude is sh-tty
I'm getting downright grimy and grity
Introducin' to the scene is Mike Giggy
{Mike G}
Yo, we sling the raw through the airwaves,
We make you wanna misbehave
We gotcha hooked
Like the rhythm and the slaves
So catch a phase of the craze
Noddin' heads for days
He's acting stingy with the level
And he spreads in many ways
So if you want to test the effervesce
Come along and be my guest
Yo, 'cause Jungle Brothers in the House
{Dove}
And De La's in the house
{Q-Tip}
And Q-Tip from A Tribe Called Quest
Ya Ya Ya Ya
You wanna all it,
Y'know cause I could give it all night N-gga
And make ya last Mike Gigger,
Africa, Sammy B, the JBeez
Straight out the jungle
with the natural remedy
I'm reppin'
We lettin' off joints at this section
The steppin'
Rhymes, turntables and beats are lethal weapons
And the essence
You know we got alot like constock
The Native Tongues are here with that brew for your heart
We're makin' ample usage of the times that we see
Tell us how you want it, and we bring the strategy
So,
How ya want it, we got it [Oh Yeah!](x4)
{Posdnous}
Now imported from the planet of dope sh-t
Be the native tongue
Rocka one plug infinite dot com
Getcha tail hooked in the thoughts
Don Perry on free
back where ladies love to hear the emcee
We be
The neccessary realism
While you be
Chicken lo mein stream baby,
What? Place it in your gut.
Guaranteed. We in the lead to run rap [Ya]
Just hand over the deed
{Africa}
Now Ya heard about, read about
Be apart of it don't front
Now I'ma play ya like the government
And give ya what I think ya want:
That native river
To make ya rock with one another
Cause in my eyes, I consider us all sisters and brothers
So to the table I bring
Fat jams to make ya sing
Cause I'm starvin',
I haven't had nothing like this
Since Doin' Our Own Dang
So be ya P, Is it ready?
To flip ya pattern of speech
Cause I thinks
There's heads out there we still need to reach
{Dove}
True, yo this joint is crazy
Get's the lazy out of
Hey yo Mikey how ya figure?
I wouldn't wanna catch cold.
{Mike G}
This joint is wisdom, kid.
{Dove}
And be emcee
I'm out to get old
I seek the blessed the drum pattern
from brand new to tatterred and torn
This place is Jimmy crack corn
My sh-ts Mazola
Your style's kiddy like Crayola
JBeez be the top dola
I mean dollar
Study the E-M-C-E-Es to remain the rhyme scholars
Now,
How ya want it we got it [Oh yeah!] (x2)
{Africa}
Record shop nine to five
With the Raw Deluxe
Jungle Brother Africa - I got the Native Tongue touch
Verbal grammar - comin' atcha like a Black Panther
Check the sampler
The microphone man handler!
Crowd controller
Yes we gotcha open, gotcha ampler
Shootin' the gift like Saint Nick, the black Santa
[He's checkin' his list] Say what?
[He's checkin' it twice] Ya!
You ain't gettin' sh-t
If they naughty if ya nice
So come down the chimney
Brothers the vicinity
Lock down ya block nonstop with the remedy
{Posdnous}
Similiar to water out the clouds
I'm here to reign supreme
Self-esteem lower than
Them rides in Cali
Is the reason why these n-ggas
Rally around the bull sh-t
Rubber duck, you can't bull sh-t
Occupy world-wide
With frontings all the misses
These womans don't love us so we forced to talk to b-tches
Tryin to ease up in the rises
Sayin' ";I like the way you stylin'
Let me in the passenger while you play the pilot.";
Listen baby doll [doll]
Recites is a peeper
Hair fully wooly but you mental's six ether
and I don't live that.
So step up top
And watch the Native Tongues lick the crop for the cream
Check me out
Check it out, yo [unverified]
I got so much funky shit inside my brain
I couldn't explain, couldn't explain
You wouldn't understand, I couldn't explain
I got so much funky shit inside my brain
I couldn't explain, couldn't explain
You wouldn't understand, I couldn't explain
Explanation of the funk essential trapped in my brain
Couldn't do it, make me wonder how a world maintain
Got emcees frontin' total masquerade
Screamin' toast had to touch them up with my blade
Cut is caught brothers still fallin' to this day
And all is face say why'd have to be this way?
Five cent is the culture, make me pop you like a vulture
Amplify my mic and let the rhyme take the clutcher
The rains of the rhythms with some boom, boom cat
Not enough to break your back, just so you react
My counter act's my counterpart takin' your heart
You made a move to pull my plug now that ass got sparked
All I seeing and knowing is my business and I divide to multiply
And give thanks to most high, 24/7 brothers got to make a living
Overcome the odds is the only decision
Cast like my pawn with your third eye vision
Slip up in the brain raise a sharp incision
Streets full of clowns trying to rob your part
When the herb come knocking send them home with a not
I got my house pumped, crunch a problem with my luck
Coming soft to the hole and get your whole game stuffed
As we sway the dance halls from heaven to hell
As the sun do shine, JBeez rock well
I got so much funky shit inside my brain
I couldn't explain, couldn't explain
You wouldn't understand, I couldn't explain
Yo dig it
I got so much funky shit inside my brain
I couldn't explain, couldn't explain
You wouldn't understand, I couldn't explain
Cut you short and escort you to my innermost thoughts
Dreams of fighting for my freedom in the most high courts
But jump shots get blocked and dreams get shattered
And when the day turns night, souls get bruised and battered
Cheap labor for a favor from your cotton picking neighbor
Got to work your ass off just to show you got flavor
Life savers won't help you when your breaking your back
And Uncle Sam keep talking about raising his tax
I look at Heaven and see myself rolling in seven or eleven
So I can recoup this suit that I'm spending
Pray to god with divine intervention all my life
Repent for my sins because I don't want strife
Release from contracts to make new contacts
The game gets played but still remains the facts
That I got to wake up and see the brood of charades
'Cause I'm still living in the modern age slave trade
Rapping on holy water, looking for divine order
Life goes on, but still the rhyme gets shorter
Seal my fate, there's no escape but still I'm straight
I'm back on track, shaking off the dead weight
The time has come, for me to free my soul
Grab hold of my heart and take full control
'Cause no matter what happens when times get hard
I still stand my ground and use the force of God
I got so much funky shit inside my brain
I couldn't explain, couldn't explain
You wouldn't understand, I couldn't explain
Yo dig it
I got so much funky shit inside my brain
I couldn't explain, couldn't explain
You wouldn't understand, I couldn't explain
I'm about to shine like a dime, it's time to give me mine
My props 'cause I'm about to take you to the top
Non-stop with the body rock
I make you forget about your seat and start smiling
Brothers buck wilding and JBeez is always styling
We bring the raw, the real hardcore
Giving you more than what you bargained for
Son, so your ass is best to run when you see me coming
I'm taking it back to the essence, soul tracks I'm blessing
Pass the mic over here, so I can test it
Check one check two, we's about to set it
When the Brothers rock the party, you'll never forget it
'Cause I got so much funky shit inside my brain
I couldn't explain, couldn't explain
You wouldn't understand, I couldn't explain
Yo dig it
I got so much funky shit inside my brain
I couldn't explain, couldn't explain
You wouldn't understand, I couldn't explain
I got so much funky shit inside my brain
I couldn't explain, I couldn't explain
You wouldn't understand, I couldn't explain
I got so much funky shit inside my brain
I couldn't explain, I couldn't explain
Me, Plug Three, the one they call Baby Huey
The one that gets all the money
All the money
Maybe that's right
A fat funky fruit with a whole lot of tang
A little something called, doing our own thang
Breaking the beat others wished they broke
Baseline so dope that you just might choke
Don't bite off something that you can't chew
And don't trail behind when I'm coming through
Fronting the feel that you really can't feel
'Cause you're trying to feel what's on my reel to reel
A tree is growing, can't you see what I see? A white blue fruit to boot
We count to ten before we pass the crews
Now that's family equipped with the brothers and the sisters
And the sisters and the brothers, and all the others
With the funky flairs, the bugged-out hairs
It's the life of Riley, I'm really ready, gazing at the dollar fill of rap
The cool June bugs, the wicks, the wacks
Praise the rhythms for what it being, and praise the Lord for the JB's
We're doing our own thang
We're doing our own thang
We're doing our own thang
We're doing our own thang
Isn't it cool when you cut your hair
And the blood is red instead of sellout green
This is not the music for an R n' B mind
This is flower intertwined with a vine
In other words this is rose
You see what I mean? Or see what Grandpa Bam saw
The funk we transmit is unstable
One condition if I am able to say
Yes you may, well hey, let's get on with it
Vocal confetti is thrown, sometimes spitted
Out the vents of hecklers and fans
Either which way they all hop on the van
The band, the band, here comes the band
The tribe of fingers all on one hand
Me, myself, and I is dark
Monie Love the mouthpiece, it's now yours to spark
Sister Monie, the only one here who missed a plane back to London
Residing with my brothers and I learned a lot from them
About the group, how to be smooth and play funky
And sometimes rated it's kind of funky, but it's cool
For we are beyond the stereotypes
Co-ordination crazy, but still it sounds hype
Rocking off and on beat, and I do believe I'm right, you're right
Am I wrong? Yes, son
Don't be mad, be glad I missed the plane, I'm staying
With my Brothers Jungle, Soul, and the Tribe I'm saying
Funky, funky rhymes that always stay in swing
I believe we doing our own thing
We're doing our own thang
We're doing our own thang
We're doing our own thang
We're doing our own thang
Well my family sets all the trends
From soul to soul, large to lose ends
And I all my groups like kill?
'Cause that's where the money's at honey
Yeah, the industry's filled with copycats
R n' B mixed with sloppy raps
Tribes like us always open doors
But what for, so you can get yours?
You ain't in to it, all you want is profit
So I ask you please to stop it
Leave me alone, get off my bone
'Cause I'm doing my own
A new seed, a new breed
A new man you to feed the greed
A new pair of boots for a new piece of butt
Sweet daddy are you there? Sammy B is on the cut
Spinning back for a rap that's laid back
Ready to kick back, those get no slack
I may rock a rhyme or I may start to sing
But still, I'm doing my own thang
In comes the mood of Jungle and Daisies
Play the same and let the vibes grace me
All hold hands and let's walk about
And form a circle and talk about
Don't follow the path that we're stepping
Truth to the soul is what I'm cramming
Reasons for this is the family's strong
And like Bob Marley said, "We're jammin'"
Seeing is believing, so see and believe
And let the groove of the new proceed
A whole bunch of love, peace signs, and fun
Verse 1: afrika
Now, I won't say that I'm a ladies lover
But if I was, you'd be under my cover
And not only that, you'd be under my wing
And me and you'd be doin' the nasty thing
Whenever you're ready, we can go steady
You can be my baby and I can be your teddy
It's cold out there, but it's warm in here
I know you have another lover, but I do not care
Verse 2: mike g
Now, behind my bush, there's only room for two
Jimmy and jane, that's me and you
Doin' it right 'til the morning light
A ittle moan and groan after some fuss and fight
Jungle love is all that I'm givin
Jungle life is all that I'm livin
Girl, i'm-a do ya the best I can
Lettin' you know I'm your jungle man
You can't front it off, you know it's gonna get ya
I'm doin' this (where? ) live from africa
Verse 3: afrika
I want to be your hero
I want to be your man
I want to love you every moment I can
I want to take you back to the motherland
And listen to the sounds of a steel-drum band
Climb up a tree, just you and me
'cause that's the way that I want it to be
Feel the breeze, put your mind at ease
See the pretty birds and the chimpanzees
After that, we'd step down to my hut
And together, we'd split up a coconut
Watch the sun set, watch the moon rise
And then I'd proceed to make your nature rise
Verse 4: mike g
I'll be your caveman, I'll be a brave man
But most of all, I'll be a gentle man
Your magic man, alakazam
I put a spell on you that you can not stand
Sweat and want you, it will surely taunt you
To do what you want to do
Intro:
A: because I got it like that, uh huh
Because I got it like that, wooh, uh huh
Because I got it like that
G: like how?
A: like that
Verse 1: afrika, mike g
Dancin' on the dance floor
Girl, it's you that I adore
Step on stage, you scream for more
Afrika got rhymes galore
Snap my fingers, make you mine
If not, I'll snap a second time
After that, I guarantee
You will be standing next to me
Left or right side, take your pick
But girl, you've got to make it quick
Baby, baby, baby
I know I drive you crazy
Mc's know me as mike g
Girls hold on to me tightly
Warm personality
That's why they get close to me
Try their best to drive me wild
Say they want to bear my child
I go away, they say, "come back"
Why? because I got it like that
Chorus:
A: yeah, uh huh
G: because I got it like that
A: yeah, uh huh
G: because I got it like that
A: a ha ha, uh huh
G: because I got it like that
A: like how?
G: like that
Verse 2: afrika, mike g
No problem, (why? ) because I got it like that
A baby bam beat and an african rap
My partner by my side, sammy b is on the cut
Your djs chill and chill, but hey, so what?
Nuggets in my pocket, wine in my hand
I got it like that, but you still don't understand
It comes to me natural, it comes to me easy
I just lay back and let the big beat lead me
I never work a day in my life
Single jungle brother, no kids, no wife
100,000 rhymes from one band, that's many
But back where I come from, they ain't worth a penny
You've got a lot of talent, but you fail to see
You paid for yours, I got mine for free
Play in the rain and don't get wet
Walk through the desert and don't even sweat
Play in the snow and don't get cold
I'm just a cool young brother who looks kinda old
Love around the world schoolin' the sound
If I could bet a crowd and get caught us loud
I've got ladies uptown and money on the floor
There's not a thing in the world that I'm askin' for
Chorus 2:
A: wooh, uh huh
G: because I got it like that
You wanna know why, brother?
Because I got it like that
A: uh huh
G: I ain't jokin', I ain't playin', it's just my brother
I got it like that
A: a ha ha
Verse 3: afrika
Used to be a player, couldn't be trusted
But still in all, I never got busted
Knowin' every part of new york city
I thought it was fun, it used to look witty
I had it all spread out, even one next door
I had it like that, so what ya askin' for?
4 to 5, you see, was my minimum
And every day, I used to go and get with 'em
One for every hour on the hour
One on the way while I was in the shower
It sounds kinda crazy, it sounds kinda bugged
But you see, afrika was the one they loved
So you see, it got to a point where they didn't care
They didn't wanna give me up, so they agreed to share
Chorus 3:
A: because I got it like that
G: I hear you, brother, word
A: because I got it like that
G: man, you's one baaaaaad jungle brother
A: like that
Like that
Outro:
A: uh, wooh, sammy b, b, you got it like that
I know you got it like that
Yo mike g from the jungle brothers, man
New orleans got it like that
New york city got it like that
Los angeles got it like that
Cleveland got it like that
Let me see, who else got it like that?
G: detroit
A: who?
G: detroit
A: man, yeah, atlanta got it like that
Philadelphia got it like that
Texas got it like that, let me see
Somebody else got it like that
G: d.c.
A: yea, d.c., d.c. got it like that
Boston, miami, I know you got it like that, miami
G: word
A: word up, yo, I'm outta here, you know why?
"Just listen, Don't do it, Pay attention, Here we go"
Ahhh! Pleasant day in Egypt, I say
Say, what is this?
[Afrika]
A tisket, a tasket
I wonder what's in that basket
Sweet Daddy strolled by and said haven't you seen here?
That right there is Belly Dancin Dina
Now I'm all junglistcally horny
Desperate to see this fine young lady
Toot, toot, toot, pulled out my flute
Yeah, she was so cute
I said I like the way you move around
Do you wanna get down?
I wanted to take her home with me
Behind the bush and up my tree
So I blowed and blowed and I kept on blowing
Hey, wait a minute, baby! Where you going?
[Mike G]
Dina! Never should have seen her
Hooked by her look now I feel like I need her
Body so pure, she's shaped like an hourglass
As I turned around I peeped out her megablast
I needed acquaintance cause I had no patience
Drugged (by her bellybutton?) no, by her radiance
The hips did dips so I did flips
The pucker of her lips could sink battleships
The basket's glowing from the diamonds' glitter
If I only had it in me to go get with her
The moment I got it I needed a casket
Cause she blew me a kiss and jumped back in the basket
[Hook]
Belly Dancin Dina!
Boy, you should have seen her
The way she moved her body
All across the dance floor
Tore me all apart, straight to my heart
And it was nothing but a freaky art
[Kool DJ Red Alert]
Live from 113th Street and Seventh Avenue
Straight out the pyramid, we gon bring to you
The live one they call Belly Dancin Dina!
[Afrika]
Well, today's the day, hooray hooray
Yippee yie yo, yippee yie yie yay
Everybody's waiting for her to arrive
Oooh, she makes my nature rise
All dressed up in her sparkling clothing
I might pass out when that basket opens
Ordinarily I'm not the kind who fiends
Could it be her cute little finger tambourines?
I don't know but it's making me hard
(How hard?) Harder by the yard
Thousands of brothers had congregated
Stone boom, waited and waited
They came in peace, they paid their funds
[Kool DJ Red Alert]
OK, Y'ALL HERE SHE COMES!
[Mike G]
I've got to go get her (Word?)
And if you got bananas I'll be glad to betcha
Push back my chair to walk across the floor
As I got closer her body shook more
My eyes were set on her jelly-like belly
And if I'm dreaming don't nobody tell me
People started standing, I started losing sight
And I was really feeling like this was my night
I dipped to one side and then to another
Ahh, I see Dina! Oooh, my brother
I made a quick to dash to put my hands on Â
Poof! Dina was gone...
[Afrika]
Where she disappeared to no one knows
All she left behind were her silky clothes
Smelled the smell of her sweet perfume
Heard a voice say: "I'll be back real soon"
Say, say, where you going?
Come on!
Jump up freak a hustle
Do what you want but move every muscle
Ain't no time for playing around
Only one thing to do when you hear this sound
Act yourself with someone else
And make sure yourself ain't by yourself
Dyin' to get on the dance floor
Girl what you waiting for?
Come on over and swing with me
Take your mind out yo' misery
Tomorrow's gonna be another day
Tonight, I'm gonna take it- life
Grab the world and put it on hold
Relax my body and rest my soul
Feel the vibe surrounding me
Feel the bass come down on me
Shake your butt but don't break your back
Tap your feet and let your fingers snap
No matter what size shape or colour
We can jam and enjoy each other
Music's pumpin' I feel something
Must be my blood and h! eartbeat thumpin
Dispense your funds to pass through the door
You know there's room for you on the floor
(You don't know if they'll be any more)
So yo, what you waiting for?
(Chanting in background)
"Waiting the timeless time"
Yeah, yeah, some playin' a wall
I wasn't with that, not livin' like that
You ain't with it let me hear you say ho
You ain't with it let me hear you say aaaaoooo (aaaooo)
Ready to boogie I had on my dancin' shoes
Ain't in the mood to be singing no blues
So if you want to be a little disco ducka
I came here tonight to
So good morning, good afternoon, good night
Don't let the bedbugs bite
Going way out when I'm aiming to please
You havin' a good time, climb up my trees
C'mon what you waiting for?
C'MON what you waiting for?
"Waiting the timeless time"
Side to side, and just let it ride
Give what you got, no need to hide
You're allowed as long as your able
Take away the chairs and move away the tables
I'm doing my thing working around you
Ladies screaming (We wanna house you!)
We won't say much on this no now
Cause I'm not quite sure that you know how
But keep on dancin', (Keep on dancing!)
Baby on not clockin' you, I'm just glancin'
And what I see now is a fine figure-8
(Don't Make me Wait)
Yeah waiting for the DJ to play my song
O Lord, I must have waited all night long!
The joint was packed and it looked like a jungle,
I felt at home, there goes my song
S! o I hit the floor and jumped on the case,
Sweat pouring from my face
Clothes was wet by I didn't care
You know what I'm saying (I know what you're sayin')
So come on girl come on girl come on
Let's Let's Let's Get it on
I'm dyin' to get out on the floor
I waited long enough; I can't wait no more!
Come on girl come on girl come on
Let's Let's Let's Get it on
I'm dyin' to get out on the floor
I waited long enough; I can't wait no more!
You wanna get with us because we got it going on
You wanna get with us because we got it going on
You wanna get with us because we got it going on
You wanna get with us because we got it going on
Check it out I'm rolling, steady strolling
The microphone is on yo let me hold it
Coming to the spot, get it hot
Tell em turn it up so I can rock
The beats, the rhymes, they all in place
We wanna show you what we gonna do in the place
Hold it down, hold it down with the crown
Jungle brothers bringing you that funky sound
All styles, no matter what you like
We bring it to you, everyday be on the mic
Strike back find out where we at
Coming to you live, yo
We in the V.I.P, yeah yeah
We in the V.I.P, yeah yeah
We in the V.I.P, yeah yeah
We in the V.I.P, won't you come see me
I like this, I like this, I like that, I like that
I like this, I like this, I like that, I like that
I like this, I like this, I like that, I like that
My only grandfather DJ Afrika Bambaata
Sat me down and told me that I had to have a lotta
Soul and control when the microphone is on
Pregnate the rhythms and the words will be born
Take 'em all back with an old-school twist
But make sure you do it to them just like this
Take 'em to the east, take 'em to the west
Take 'em to the north, south, yo you know the rest
Mike G where you at? And we coming from the back
The beat sounds phat and we like it like that
The rhyme is on time and we cutting no slack
We in the V.I.P because we got it like that
So let's take 'em back with that old-school twist
But make sure we do it to them just like this
Take 'em to the east, take 'em to the west
Take 'em to the north, south, yo you know the rest
We in the V.I.P, yeah yeah
We in the V.I.P, yeah yeah
We in the V.I.P, yeah yeah
We in the V.I.P won't you come see me
I like this, I like this, I like that, I like that
I like this, I like this, I like that, I like that
I like this, I like this, I like that, I like that
I like this, won't you come see me
My name is baby bam
Turn out the jam
If you ain't got the fifty grand
Don't even think about it man
We in the V.I.P
All the drinks is on me
This is my party
I thought everything was free
We in the V.I.P, we in the V.I.P
We in the V.I.P, we in the V.I.P
We in the V.I.P, yeah yeah
We in the V.I.P, yeah yeah
We in the V.I.P, yeah yeah
We in the V.I.P won't you come see me
We in the V.I.P, yeah yeah
We in the V.I.P, yeah yeah
We in the V.I.P, yeah yeah
We in the V.I.P won't you come see me
We in the V.I.P, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
We in the V.I.P, yeah yeah
Wont you come see me
We in the V.I.P, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
We in the V.I.P, yeah yeah
Wont you come see me
You wanna get with this because we got it going on
You wanna get with us because we got it going on
You wanna get with this because we got it going on
You wanna get with us because we got it going on
You wanna get with this because we got it going on
You wanna get with us because we got it going on
You wanna get with this because we got it going on
You wanna get with us because we got it going on
We in the V.I.P, yeah yeah
We in the V.I.P, yeah yeah
We in the V.I.P, yeah yeah
We in the V.I.P
We in the V.I.P
We in the V.I.P
Because we got it going on
Because we got it going on
Because we got it going on
[afrika]
Everybody gettin on my back
Some say ya just don't know how to act
Afrika, you act too wild
Get away from me you cramp my style
But lovely lady, can't you see
This is what you do to me?
Got me workin to the bone
Then you ask whyyyyyy I ain't home
Work all day and then at night
I come runnin home to treat you right
Try to spend time with my two children
But this world has got me goin
Round and round I just can't stop
On and on I might just drop
Slippin and fallin but that's okay
I do it all for you anyway
Do my best just to please you
And in return this is what you do
Chorus: repeat 2x
U make me sweat
U make me work
U make my body
Wanna go and do the jerk
[mike g]
Pretty little mama, what's your kick?
I'd like to know, what makes you tick
Off to work, all prettied up
As I watch you I'm all giddied up
I'd like to know where yo' mind is at
But you say you ain't got no time for that
I try to test ya, put on the pressure
Finally got ya, on the spot ha
Now I regret every effort I made
You finally gave in, now you want to invade
I can't tell my left from my right
Sweet girl you got my head feelin light
Everybody asks what's wrong with mike g
Now you tell me, you're havin a baby
Jimmy hat, I blame it on you..
{*"ih-it's it's it's all because, of you.." -> slick rick*}
"there's not a problem that I can't fix.."
"there's not a problem.. there's not a problem that.."
"there's not a problem that I can't fix.."
"there's not a problem not a problem not a problem.."
[afrika]
Remember last year in the summertime? (yeah)
The rumor went around that you was on mine
Back then I didn't care cause I was after you (uhh)
Thought of all the plans that I had for you
Thinkin to myself, "baby bam you're set (set)"
Now you wanna go and play hard to get (what? )
Ahhh man, ain't that a shame
Fall came around and she forgot my name
Diane, diane, I don't understand (oh diane!)
You're out of this world, you know what girl?
[word up]
Jungle brother, jb for short.
A bite a bit my rhyme and we almost fort.
But since he was a brother I thought that'd be wrong.
So I let him go, I let him run along. [run along]
I write rhymes like I come from new york city.
My dj spin the music down to the nitty gritty.
When the downstairs funky five days a week.
Searching and seeking for the baby bam beat.
The afrikan rap that comes from within us.
Brothers heard about it now they wish they could've been us.
We did an album with no problem.
No we working on another with another jungle brother.
[me] q-tip, his name, he's into business, not into games
So q-tip when the light turns green,
Grab your bone and show them what I mean.
My bone is grabbed, this is what I mean.
I brag a grab, and here's the scene.
Q-tip, [q-tip] from a tribe called quest,
Saw the jungle brother's album, oh yes.
So get the ducats it's coming out soon.
A month after march, two before june,
It's nice. with ali shaheed mohammed, my dj who
Is real dominant. [mohammed, mohammed]
He and I form the funky tribe.
If you want to get with it, just feel the vibe. [feel the vibe]
Me and ali are extremely radiant.
And to be heard like the horn of gideon.
Get it? if not you're a goner.
Get wise or get something, cause your going to want to.
Lamp, after you hear from me.
The tip from quest my dj's ali.
Say it from the catskills, to the soho.
Listen to the words they say on the promo.
To the bewildered,
Let it be said.
I'll mix you up more like dj red
So mike g, when the light turns red,
Don't stop, proceed ahead.
Go on with your,
Go on with your,
Go on with your,
Bad self.
Well, I'm going [where? ] straight to the treetop.
Eating crazy fruit, so I can't stop.
Squating here, listen to the lp.
Straight out the jungle from the jbs.
Baby bam beat keeps the bass bottom bouncing.
Suckers littering, girls ouncing,
Women inching, girls pinching.
Run to the record store to see if (? ? ? ) is in.
Remixes, outfixes, we write it, you like it.
Rap music, house music.
No matter what it is, the jbs can do it.
Oh ya, (etc.)
It's coming (x4)
How much is it? 5.99? ahh just bring a 20, bring a twenty.
Educated man, from the motherland
You see, they call me a star but that's not what I am
I'm a jungle brother, a true, blue brother
And I've been to many places you'll never discover
Step to my side, suckers run and hide
Africa's in the house, they get petrified
You wanna know why, I'll tell you why
Because they can't stand the soght of the jungle eye
They never fight or fuss, they never curse or cuss
They just stand on the side and stare at us
They get out of line, I put 'em on a vine
And give 'em one big push for all mankind
There ain't nuttin to it, I just go head and do it
And lay down the jungle sound and run right through it
And when I'm on the mic, I never stutter or stumble
'cause I'm a jungle brother, straight out the jungle
Cool and quiet, but quick to start up a riot
I write the rhyme, bums assist to bite it
I wear no gold around my neck just black medallions
And sold the home of true black stallions
I don't care for fair 'cause fair-fair's meat
Out of 10 ways of dying, the first might cheat
I'm harder than the hardest, hardest, hard can get
Africa and i, while sammy b's on the set
I kick the rhyme to the girl and she became my pet
I lend some sucker some juice and now he's in debt
The sucker said he wasn't scared but still in all he sweat
A poor man became rich because some meeky bet
My brother's searching high and low, they'll looking for me
Where will they find me, in the j-u-n-g-l-e
It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder how I keep from going
Under(4x)
Struggle to live (struggle to live) struggle to survive
Struggle (struggle) just to stay alive
'cause inside the jungle, either you do or you die
You got to be aware, you got to have the jungle eye
Take it from a brother who knows my friend
The animals, the cannibals will do you in
Cut your throat (cut your throat) stab you in the back
The untamed animal just don't know how to act
It's unbelievable (unbelievable) uncivilized (ci-civilized)
And now I'm starting to realize
Danger in the jungle, the jungle means danger (danger)
Tension intense, hearts filled wit anger (anger)
Men killing men just because of one's color
In this lifetime, I've seen nothing dumber
So I think before I make a move
Make sure my rhyme goes along wit the groove
And backing on a brother it's time to rumble
* listed with this spelling or as "Baby Jungle Brothers"
Ahhh yeah, ha ha hah!
How y'all doin, everybody alright?
Yeah, that's real good (uh-huh)
Remember me? Heheh, I'm that guy
Hairy Jungle Brother, hehahahehah
Now I'm squattin, squattin on my treetop
watchin, as the Baby Bam beat rocks
Now more people are knowin (knowin)
Why the mighty Tribe is growin (growin)
As the vibe from the Tribe keeps glowin (glowin)
The wind from the bass keeps blowin (blowin)
In time, in time, rememberin that rhyme
Just a little somethin, to tickle your mind
Now that I got your mind workin
Yeah, how the J Beez workin?
Jungle Brothers on the run, makin babies
A Tribe Kalled Quest, first birth of the J Beez
[Q-Tip]
Promo No. 1, Q-Tip had a fade
Promo No. 2, Q-Tip rocks braids
Ask Mike G about society
I said in time yo behind you'll see
Ali Shaheed, Jarobi and Phife
Up with the ? cause the ? means life
I'm poppin straight up so you can take the toll
from the J Beez, to De La Soul
Now there's a Tribe that's comin
Brothers on the street hum along with the beat
and repeat that pattern I summoned
... "Is it comin, is it comin?"
Indeed indeed, it's funky and groovy
... "But Q-Tip, do you really think it will move me?"
To El Segundo and back hon
New funk is here, so come get some
Don't stump your hump, come bump your rump
to the rip-diddy-dip dip rhythm
Yeah, right about now I'd like to take out these few seconds
to say whassup to my sound system
Uncle Sam, you alright? You alright?
Well alright..
{DJ cuts "kick this"}
Some folks wanna know, what goes on
Some don't like the way the J Beez carry on
Whassup with you brother, yea you black
The one with the red gold green applejack
Baby Bam, I chose the name
I don't want the fame I just wanna play the game
Beads around my wrist and around my ankle
You bought my record so now I thank you
Now it's time for me to resurrect
I've got to move on and take the next step
Raise my soul from out the graveyard
Take my rap to another backyard
Use my mind to do somethin new
Somethin that your crew never thought to do
God up above, won't you help me
to gather my people in unity
The new year's here, so I'ma start like this
Everybody raise your right first
C'mon! Let me hear you say yeahhh (yeahhh)
C'mon y'all, say oh yeah (ohh yeahh)
C'mon!
It's comin, it's comin (7X)
Peace!
[ Afrika Baby Bam ]
Well, I was standin on the verge, just about to get off
Cause I was losin my crew in a society war
Pipin the pipe every night, and when
The moon came up, they was gone with the wind
And every night the dope sold they desired
Last one hired and first one fired
Fixed in the mix, and I couldn't stand still
So I win a war, but it wasn't my will
[ Mike G ]
Girlfriend smoked out and her mind's burnt out
Losin weight and her legs and her stomach stickin out
Knowin daddy's uptown in his work all around
Keep your ear to the ground and your soul heaven bound
Now ain't no use in screamin loud
Cause yo, money's gone off chasin clouds
Leavin you once again to pick up slack
But where you're goin is where you're at
(Concentrate) you got to think a little harder
Come here, let me show you before you even start to
(On the big payday)
Yeah
(Concentrate) you got to think a little harder
Come here, let me show you before you even start to
Playin with fire - don't you know that you're gonna get lit?
Playin with fire - don't you know when to quit?
Playin with fire - don't you know that you're gonna get lit?
Playin with fire - don't you know how to quit?
[ Mike G ]
Grandma's runnin to the old number spot
Spendin what she saved tryin to hit the jack-pot
Brotherman swearin what he is or is not
Landlord smilin and my motor's not hot
Pretty little sister should be kept in a cage
She thinks she's grown up cause she looks older than her age
She chose the streets over a chance on stage
Found dead in the river, story made the first page
Devils snatchin souls into a little glass being
Sayin (if you got problems I can - I can change your way of seein em)
It's not as easy as it surely may seem
You lose your life over the price of a dream
Blow
Yeah
Ha-ha
(Concentrate) you got to think a little harder
Come here, let me show you before you even start to
(On the big payday)
Yeah
(Concentrate) you got to think a little harder
Come here, let me show you before you even start to
(Concentrate)
Playin with fire - don't you know that you're gonna get lit?
You're playin with fire, don't you know it don't make no sense
[ Mike G ]
Yeah
Different colors for different brothers
That gives no reason to kill off each other
We're dyin at a pace as if we're in a race
The President sendin our money to space
Our very short lives and a very long strive
Some start their lies, so some get high
Some do both and cut their own throat
No paddle in the boat, just goin for a float
Fool
Equal opportunity
Biological lunacy
[ Jungle Brothers ]
The tracks is slammin
The tracks is slammin
No question
Brothers got to get a fix on what they're doin
What we're talkin about here is..
You just keep playin with fire
You keep playin with fire
Equal opportunity, brother
That's what we need
Word is bond
[ Afrika Baby Bam ]
Now the brothers be doggin
The sisters be hoggin
They're playin with the fire, and they're gonna get burnt
Word up
Smokin and puffin and sniffin and riffin
They don't get enuffin, but it don't make a difference
Cause they be lovin the heat
Feelin the beat, walkin the street
But they don't never concentrate
All alone, walkin along
Standin alone
Stoned to the bone
And the lunacy's on
Check it out
Playin with fire - don't you know you're gonna get lit?
Playin with fire - don't you know when to quit?
Playin with fire - don't you know you're gonna get lit?
Playin with fire - don't you know it don't make no sense?
[ Mike G ]
Cigarette's pokin blood pressure
Somebody's gettin paid cause they're all insured
Second step to your mind, first step to your heart
And nothin will work if somethin don't start
No meat on my plate cause I choose my own faith
My peoples movin out at a very high rate
Either to the grave, or way upstate
I better concentrate
[ Afrika Baby Bam ]
You got to think a little harder
Come here, let me show you before you even start to
Woke up one mornin after a nightmare
Heart full of fear, oh darlin, my dear
A man's got it all, and don't wanna share
No clothes on my back, now I swear it ain't fair
Follow me, good God, and I'll lead ya
Oh Lord, can't you see that we need the
Equal opportunity
Biological lunacy
[Rae & Christian]
You know how we be reckoning white labels hard-to-get
Once again
Live on Grand Central
Next stop - Grand Central
[Mike G]
Phone's ringin', where's the action, time to get on blaze
Half-next I got your message I'm about to go page
Grand Central, time to blow some mentals, cashing the essentials
Build enough credentials, that's essentials
I make timbo's shine like the face on a dime
Make you freak, electric boogie, whap, Boogaloo-one
Jump back kiss myself and still keep myself in time
Check the brotha the you're seein' just stays on your mind
We got the fundamental usage
To make you feel the looseness
You recognize the jungle and you're screaming "Oh my goodness!"
The remedy to keep the party lively
It's no trouble or mystery who you call, yo
The JB's - like cool breeze on a coast
Ain't gotta say no more we let the vibe be your host
And let the rude boy roast, and like the fat rump roast
Won't you take a taste of this, you're on-off wagging your boast
Iit's the can't-go-wrong, it's the funky-and-strong
It's tha tack, you tell the DJ let the record play on
[Afrika]
Play on, play on, play off, play on - uh yeah
Uh do you want me to flow?
Uh yeah, uh yeah, uh yeah
Sing another funky rhyme?
Uh yeah, uh yeah, uh yeah
Uh do you wanna feel the vibe?
Uh yeah, uh yeah, uh yeah
Well I'ma do it one time
Uh yeah, uh yeah, uh check it out, hah
They call me Afrika, I fit the script bone you with the Statula
I comin' back at ya with more juice than Dracula attackin' ya
Lyrical acrobatics is a habit
Makin' the track bounce like a Bugs Bunny rabbit [Make 'em bounce baby!]
Take you behind my bush, spill it on your belly
Keepin' on the down-low just like R. Kelly
Unload my clip with the JB classics
Tou know that baby damn like they drop their funky shit [No doubt!]
Like you, you got the flava, know you caught the vapours
Want that koochy lick in the only sky-pager
You know me from the native time, eighteen years young
But it was the trade that made your money give me some
Yeah, play on & play on & play on & play on Grand Central [Word up!]
Uh do you want me to flow?
Uh yeah, uh yeah, uh yeah
I'll sing another funky rhyme?
Uh yeah, uh yeah, uh yeah
Uh do you wanna feel the vibe?
Uh yeah, uh yeah, uh yeah
Uh do you want me to flow?
Uh yeah, uh yeah, uh yeah
[Mike G]
Yo, yo, it's Mike G, the grand boogie, we make 'em bounce and such
I was just a young boy when I learned the jungle touch
Made a platina from rust, made a build-up in trust
And when the sound boy came, we came around and we crushed
We set the scoops up nice and that we through want to miss
And then we tapped them with the horns they never came off their crib
The rhyme reck'ning grows as the roof gets phrased
It's just another scene the Brothers had to put bun cleans
Orchestrated by the Brothers that groove in Grand Central
I learned to make you bounce as a part of fundamentals
Every record must be sold 'cause in this job there are no rentals
Let my soul die when only Vai-Chi's suck my mentals
When I rock upon the mic i'm pushing hard for my mental
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I play on
I play on
I play on
Yeah
[Afrika]
Do you want me to flow?
Uh yeah, uh yeah, uh yeah
Sing another funky rhyme?
Uh yeah, uh yeah, uh yeah
Uh do you wanna feel the vibe?
Uh yeah, uh yeah, uh yeah
Well I'ma do it one time
Uh yeah, uh yeah, uh check it out, hah
Uh do you want me to flow?
Uh yeah, uh yeah, uh yeah
Sing another funky rhyme?
Uh yeah, uh yeah, uh yeah
Uh do you wanna feel the vibe?
Uh yeah, uh yeah, uh yeah
Well I'ma do it one time
Jungle brothers on the run y'all, jungle brothers on the run, (x2)
Jbeez on the run, jbeez on the run.(x2)
Come on
Oh, I run so much, you would think I'm a bandit. [why? ]
You know why because I keep standing at it.
Move so much, I often lose my shadow.
Don't know where, but I know I got to go.
Meet somebody at a quarter to eight.
I'm a scooby do so I don't be late.
If I take my vine,
I'll make it on time,
And if not, they'll be on my behind.
I get there late, but better later than never.
And when I get there, whatever is clever.
I won't be stopped by a chick or a cop
You know what I'm saying?
I know what you're saying.
{chorus}
[i can't stop]
Cause i'm
[on the run]
[i can't stop]
Cause i'm, cause i'm, cause i'm, cause i'm
[on the run]
{end of chorus}
Some people say that I'm living inside the fast lane.
Some people say that I'm going insane.
Yesterday, I called my mother up on the phone. [hello? ]
She said, "son when are you coming home?
How many places do you have to go?
Tell me please 'cause I'd like to know."
I haven't seen my brothers in a year or two.
They're anxious to know what I'm going through.
My father wants 'em to know how I'm taking care of myself.
He hasn't seen me since december 12th.
My grandmother hasn't seen me since the eighth,
And she wants to know if I'm keeping the faith.
Nanny, nanny, granny, granny,
Please don't hit me on my fanny.
Tell grandpa that I said hi,
I gotta go, see ya later, good bye.
{chorus}
Stop! hold it! freeze! now!
Uh-huh, oh yeah. . .
I'm gonna get cha. . .
No time to waste, no time to spare
Just enough time to comb my hair.
Get myself dressed and on the run.
You're anti us and into sun.
Ride the vine and drink to tree
In and out of every part of new york city
Kangaroos on my tail, but that's ok.
I'm doing 90 and a great ok
Working at a job that never gets done.
Can't stop now cause i'm
[on the run]
Now I know why my girl be bugging [why? ]
Because I'm not there to give her that loving.
Say I'll be there, but I'm always late.
Before I wind up in another state.
For summer two weeks, I was got to move
While I'm getting paid, she's singing the blues.
In a way I'm wrong and in a way I'm right.
It's a part of making money for my dinner at night.
I tried to tell her she's
~hold it! hold it! hold up, cops coming buddy. come on man!
Tried to tell her it's a jungle thing,
I'm a jungle man, I got to swing.
~come on, yo sam start the car.
~we out of here.
[on the run]
(Intro):
A B C D E F G H I
Hey, do you know what letter comes after I
"What do the Jungle Brothers call it? The jimbrowski"
"It's jimmy, it's jimmy"
Hook (Jungle Brothers):
She always cry when I tell her that I'll be goin' back on the road again
Tears in her eyes tell me that I'm the man someday she'll be marryin'
Verse 1 (Afrika):
Beggin' me to bring you back home
Out wonderin' why why ya home all alone
Feenin' for the jimmy, feenin' for my love
Fixed and addicted to each other like a drug
Nothin' like some acid or some ecstacy
I give you pieces of my love so you'll remember me
Love letters in the mail show me that you still care
I reminisce about the kiss that turned into a love affair
I tell you now I didn't mean to do you harm
But your love was gettin' to me and my jimmy
"got hot when I..."
(Bridge):
My jimmy weighs a ton (4X)
Verse 2 (Mike G.):
Mike G the honey hunter not at all the honey sweater
Chillin' on the corner when I have ?
Sweet, sweet ? only angels look betta
But I ain't that jet so I best to go get her
Hey ? she said what you want it to be
Cause I've been waitin' a while for you to come get with me
Oooh, ahhh, she touched my heart
This could be the sign of a wonderful start
Cause my love is that deep
To some it is a treat
Playin' me for keeps
Ball and chain at my feet
But I got a curfew
But baby I don't want to have to hurt you
She said she want to run away with me
But that can't be (Nah, G)
Cause I was sixteen and she was twenty-three
Hook (female singer):
I always cry when you tell me that you'll be goin' back on the road again
Tears in my eyes tell me that you're the man someday I'll be marryin'
Uhhhh, uhhhh, uhhhhh
"Got hot when I...."
(Bridge):
My jimmy weighs a ton (4X)
Verse 3 (Afrika):
Love is a gamble, life is a lesson
By golly when I met you you made a good impression
on me
You wasn't all about playin' those games
(She wasn't all about playin' those games)
You said I wanna be your girl, get to know ya
But I already got a girl I told ya
She said You got the love that I want now bring it to me
She caught me off guard, I started singin' to her
Hook (female singer):
I always cry when you tell me that you'll be goin' back on the road again
Tears in my eyes tell me that you're the man someday I'll be marryin'
"J-I-M-B-R-O-W-S-K-I"
"Got hot when I..."
(Bridge):
My jimmy weighs a ton (3X)
Cope the circumference to get the duckets
When I touch this, deluxe this nycs throughout my bloodstream
So when I steam, all I dream is cream
Wrap my seed in jewels
Stay a brother the all means
Acgo the weather
My crazy clique is too clever
You should know to come better
'Cuz we taking loss never
Post the notes of exotics
Take you back to the tropics
'Cuz you led on a tour by the three black prophets
We rock this
Slap you wit' the mo bat sound track-slap
JB's is official back on the matt
Got the Mike G, got the Sammy B
Got the A to the double to the B
Like earth wind and fire never will retire
This time around, ya gonna call messiah
On the live wire bouncin' like a rubber tire
Ninety seven gonna go to heaven and higher
We known throughout the jungle as the Jungle Brothers
We known throughout the jungle as the Jungle Brothers
We known throughout the jungle as the Jungle Brothers
The jungle, the jungle, the brothers, the brothers
We represent the jungle
We represent the brothers
Coming at you live
Like New York Undercover
Lightweight styles
Will only get smothered
It be like that where I come from, my brother
Streets filled with heat
These blocks are hot seat
Ghetto warriors with skills to compete
Lift you off your feet
Paint you with the feet
Give you something new every time that we meet
I'm on the front pages
My microphone gauges
(What?)
Blastin' in your faces
Straight up jungle funk
Is what we use to lace this
We jungle, we jungle, we brothers, we brothers
Brothers maintain, no joke with the focus
Pop up on your ass presto hocus pocus
Crush all that bogus, put your style unnoticed
Believe what you heard 'cuz you know that I want this
Flow over tracks like boats on water
Have ya walk the plank if ya get out of order
Gotcha, caughtcha sweeping up the street
Check out what I boughtcha, a batch of new beats
Excites your crowd at the Madison Square
Garden we keep ya head bobbin'
Make ya act retarded when ya see the JB's is on the set
You get more than what you bargained for
You're listening pleasure
So come out with that loot and buy my record at the store
The jungle, the brothers
The jungle, the jungle, the brothers, the brothers
The jungle, the jungle, the brothers, the brothers
The jungle, the jungle, the brothers, the brothers
The jungle, the jungle, the brothers, the brothers
The jungle, the jungle, the brothers, the brothers
The jungle, the jungle, the brothers, the brothers
The jungle, the jungle, the brothers, the brothers
The jungle, the jungle, the brothers, the brothers
The jungle, the jungle, the brothers, the brothers
The jungle, the jungle, the brothers, the brothers
The jungle, the jungle, the brothers, the brothers
"Do you believe?"
"I believe"
In time, in time
In time this rhyme'll be more than just a fantasy
A Black man'll be the man to claim Presidency
Is it hard to see?
So try to see as i see
In time i see a better Black reality
It took one man to open the door, yep!
He let in one million more
And i don't think that this country knows
What the hell that it's in for
A Black reign, to tough to tame (to tame)
Enough to blow the other man's brain (man's brain)
Things just won't be the same (the same)
It's gonna be a whole new game (a whole new game)
New lessons will be taught
Meaningless fights will not be fought
An attempt to save some lives
Spreading out more peaceful vibes
See that less drugs will be sold
So a man can live to grow old
Instead of being left in the cold to rot
'Cause he got stopped by a small white rock
I hope in time things change
And that i'm around to see that stage
In time my brother
In time my brother
In time my brother
In time
Bible in the closet collecting dust (dust)
Mama on crack, now who ya gonna trust (trust)
Daddy, daddy drinking that Vodka and Rum (rum)
Guzzling down that One Fifty One (One!)
Churchless people are running too (Two!)
Preparing themselves for the second coming (Three!)
Sign of the times i see some (see some)
Angels in the sky, (look!) i wanna be one
Living in darkness, find the light (light)
Afraid to play this record 'cause you fear the truth (truth)
I know that you know you aint living right (right)
The holy scriptures provide the proof (proof)
Below the heavens and above sea level (level)
In time my brother, I'm trying ta tell ya
In time my brother, In time
In time my brother, In time
Everybody thinks Q-Tip is odd
'Cause holy, holy Q-Tip speaks of God
The changes of time arranges a rhyme
Rhymers (?) like Aarons rod
You can care less about what i'm saying
So i'll pray for you when i start praying
I'm a sinner, you're a sinner
Get off the bandwagon and repent your sins
I don't wanna push my beliefs on you
But you think about it and see if it's true
I'm telling you, Do what ya do
See if ya last for the broadcast
'Cause it's on the way
Preachers preach about us almost every day
These bag-a-bon(?) shoes are longing to stray
But i'm a bag-a-bag-bon(?)
'Cause i won't pay
Clock that clock, I'm clocking mine
Better watch out, it's coming in time
In time (In time)
In time my brother In time (in time)
In time my brother In time (in time)
In time my brother In time (in time)
I said
In time my brother In time
In time my brother In time
In time my brother In time
In time my brother In time
Boogie Down Productions, Public Enemy
Ultramagnetic, The Violaters
Red Alert, Little Red Alert
Grampa Bambaataa
In time Q-tip In time
In time Afrika In time
In time Sammy D In time
In time Mike G In time
In time Ali In time
In time Everybody In time
We're gonna get some peace in time
Yeh everybody!
We're gonna get some peace
Verse 1: afrika
Girl, ooh you look fine
I wanna do you
I get dizzy, you keep my body busy
Every time I get near you, I want you actin' like a grizzly bear
You got long hair
You play hard to get, but afrika does not care
Because there's plenty of fishes out there in the sea
And I can find another if you don't wanna be with me
You said you have a boyfriend, but like you said, he is a boy
I am the real thing and he is just a toy
Something that you pick, play with and put down
But girl, you can have me all year round
Don't wanna get you upset, I just want to get to you
Cuddle up close and let you know I wanna do you
Chorus: afrika
I'm gonna do you, I'm gonna do you
I'm gonna do you, woh woh ooh woh
Verse 2: mike g
Now my name is mike g, no need to act stupid
You fell in love, you got shot by cupid
You haunt me and taunt me because my name is worth money
I give you some love and now you seem to act funny
Was it you got blessed or for one simple kiss
That you could not resist when I threw you the gift?
Let's do this, not just to say we did it, 'cause I'm committed
(girl, he's committed to do you)
Now you had me pictured as the man of your dreams
But everything good ain't as good as it seems
I might love you and leave you or tease you, then please you
But girl, you're just too good for me to try to scheeze you
The first day I met you, I felt as though I knew you
That's why I told you upfront that I was gonna do you
Repeat chorus
Verse 3: afrika
Jungle brother, face you like a man
Treat you like a bady, hold you by the hand
I give you a yard, you try to take a mile
You're grinnin' in my face, callin' me your pal
My brothers comin' up to me sayin', "yo, he ain't true blue
Afrika, afrika, he's biting off of you
He's tryin' to get over, so watch your back"
I say, "i see no problem, bro, because I got it like that"
So if you really wanna know who's doin' who
You can tell your hos right that I'll be doin' you
Vamp:
Afrika
Woh woh ooh woh, woh woh ooh woh oh
Woh woh ooh who, woh woh ooh woh (repeat in background)
Mike g:
Ah yeah, mike g is gonna do you
Sammy b is gonna do you
Afrika's gonna do you
Red alert, red alert, yeah
Yeah, huh, that's hot, that's hot, come on
Bambataa's gonna do you
Jazzy jay is gonna do you
Bdp is gonna do you
Ultramagnetic
Ultramagnetic, yeah
The violators
The vilators, yeah
Tony d, tony d
Ooooooooooswald
Word, uncle tom, aunt jemima, word up
Bee-fee's gonna do you
Yeah, yeah, word up
Harlem's gonna do you
Afrika:
Girl, I'll house you
Girl, I'll house you
Girl, I'll house you
You in my hut now, my hut
Girl, I'll house you
Girl, I'll house you
Girl, I'll house you
You in my hut now
When you're in my hut
You know what's up
Let your mind be free
Relax your body
Jump, jump a little higher
Jump, jump until you get tired
House your body
House your body
House your body to the bass
House it all over the place
Don't let nobody in your way
Tonight's your night, today's your day
Afrika won't steer you wrong
(say what? ) house music all night long (4x)
Mike g:
I'll house you
I'll house you
I'll house you
You in my hut now (repeat 2x)
Break
Mike g:
Girl, I see you
Do what you do
Go on, girl, and act a fool
There's no need to play it cool
Everybody, shake your body
(we got's to make this a real house party)
Come on, come on and stick with me
I'll keep things the way they should be
Keep your house until you sweat
'cause you ain't seen nothin' yet
House is food and you need it
If I feed it, you should eat it
Say, "house your body, house your body" (2x)
You know, mike g won't steer you wrong
House music all night long
(say what? ) house music all night long (2x)
House music all night long
Afrika:
I'll house you
I'll house you
I'll house you
You in my hut now (2x)
Break
Hook: afrika
Round and round and round and round and round and..
Hear the house music steady steady poundin
Feel the energy rush up to your face
[ VERSE 1: Mike G ]
Remedies for house parties stayed simple and plain
Little wine, little music, little Mary Jane
Gotta keep the lights dim, so when the people walk in
The vibe stays nice and mellow, everybody fits in
And everybody hey and ho, are gettin they groove on
The record only stops when the lights came on
Then they went back off, we continued to groove
Then somebody grabbed the mic like they had somethin to prove
It was just the spirit got em, it wouldn't let loose
There right before our eyes hip-hop was produced
The fire kept on burnin like a doggie in heat
You couldn't help to feel the flavor as you walked through the streets
Everybody had a crew on every block for blocks
This seemed to be insurance that the beat won't stop
So one day shots ring and it was no one to blame
All you thought was would it ever all be the same
But if you got the love, baby, won't a damn thing change
As long as you remember it always remains
[ CHORUS: The Holmes Brothers ]
I remember
When we used to play shoot-em-up, bang-bang
I remember
When we used to play shoot-em-up, bang-bang
MC's and DJ's (2x)
[ VERSE 2: Afrika Baby Bam ]
Block parties jam-packed, the first time I heard rap
And deejays spinnin breakbeats back
These were the last good days of the ghetto
It wasn't all about bein jiggy, so save that rap for Jell-O
Down on my knees in the street playin skelly
Rushin upstairs to see _Graffiti Rock_ on the telly
With one eye on the beats droppin
I knew that one day would come when I'd be on the mic rockin
Every day after school practisin
I mixed blues smarts with street smarts, and then started battle rappin
But for me it wasn't happenin
So I changed up my style, to the ladies been mackin
I wrote a rhyme about 'Roxanne, Roxanne'
I used to bust it out when I went to a jam
My mother read the dirty rap
She said, "You ain't gon' go too far expressin yourself like that
Disrespectin black women
And what's gon' happen when you turn around and try to have your own children?"
So I changed up my style once again
So me and my moms could still be friends
My daddy wasn't buggin out so far
Watchin me pretend to be another rap star
Through my eyes he saw a child changin
Growin up to be a man and leave behind the shootin, bangin
[ CHORUS ]
[ VERSE 3: Afrika Baby Bam ]
Now this one goes out to the ones who set it off
And all the pioneers that made it what it was
Cause we been doin this for 25 years long
So we gotta represent and keep hip-hop strong
JBeez, we on a plateau, ain't nothin stoppin us
Will with the spirit of God, now watch it jump in us
Cause when you cut the roots off the family tree
All you leave behind is the sweet memory
Right from the start, we did it in the park
It wasn't for the money, and it came from the heart
But in these days and times, when rappers write rhymes
All we think about is signin on the dotted line
Me, I been thinkin about the way it used to be
When before you was a rapper, you became an MC
I'm proud of my heritage, and glad that we made it
I still bust rhymes without bein player-hated
Standin on the same stage, rockin with the JBeez
Was a dream come true for a brother like me
Before rap was consumed, and hip-hop was doomed
I was bangin on tables, rhymin in the lunchroom
I used to walk the street with my ghetto blaster
My brothers on the block was startin Zulu chapters
You know what I'm talkin about if you go way back
And yo, big ups to all my sisters, in the name of rap
Cause when it comes to hip-hop, you know you gotta keep it true
Take from the old, mix it with the new
I used to go by the name of MC Shazaam
But now you know me as Afrika Baby Bam
Sweet sensations of a freaky temptation
Got me feeling right for what I'm facing
Chocolate chip, sugar dipped
Got me clipped to the hip
Of a honey hustling
Hot heart bustling
Here cause my wife
Hope I don't get busted [busted]
Messing at the girl I'd like to get a chance
And yes, I have a taste for some skins
Slick daddy down six pack of safety
I like to keep in mind I entered her safely
In, out and away we go
Hidey hidey ho as I ride this
Ohhhhh
What this feeling is I really don't know
Before it gets worse I think I better go
I'm dreaming of you while I'm looking at you
I really don't think that's a good thing to do
You got me singing those oh ee blues
I get a kick out of you
I get a kick out of you, I get a kick [x2]
I wore the jimmy hat
To make sure I'm strapped
Cause you know I'm not going out like that
Getting with ya and I barely even know ya
One might say I'm nothing but a ho, huh?
But I know this, one simple kiss
Could blow me away and I don't want that
Now I'm faced on your love at first sight
But this ain't going to be a dog eat dog night
Take away my life for just getting laid?
While, I'd rather stay young and keep getting paid
Took me to her crib and when we got there
Now I'm saying to myself oh lord ya
I looked her in her face
And then she looked me in mine
And I was feeling kinda horny, she was looking fine
I said baby doll, I want to get close to you
Because that's what a man is supposed to do
And I be hugging and squeezing and holding you
You know why because I get a kick out of you
How ya want it we got it
(Oh yeah)
How ya want it we got it
(Oh yeah)
How ya want it we got it
(Oh yeah)
How ya want it we got it
(Oh yeah)
Hey Mr. Africa, this joint is headed
Man, I'm glad that beef is debated
I jolt the bullet quick out of the fifty-one six
To hear my Sammy on the mix
We flipped the belt, I felt the rubber burnin'
See I was yearnin' for the moment
Man opponents couldn't stop me
When I first heard AC/DC I had to get a copy
Now I'm swole, who try to patrol my family
Your fantasy back in the day was to be native
But now your shit's sedated
I bring the doctor, I'm a for the remedy
But some pretend to be, a bit seditty
Your attitude is sh-tty
I'm getting downright grimy and grity
Introducin' to the scene is Mike Giggy
Yo, we sling the raw through the airwaves
We make you wanna misbehave
We gotcha hooked
Like the rhythm and the slaves
So catch a phase of the craze
Noddin' heads for days
He's acting stingy with the level
And he spreads in many ways
So if you want to test the effervesce
Come along and be my guest
Yo, 'cause Jungle Brothers in the House
And De La's in the house
And Q-Tip from A Tribe Called Quest
Ya, ya, ya, ya, you wanna all it
Y'know 'cause I could give it all night Nigga
And make ya last Mike Gigger
Africa, Sammy B, the JBeez
Straight out the jungle with the natural remedy
I'm reppin', we lettin' off joints at this section
The steppin' rhymes
Turntables and beats are lethal weapons
And the essence, you know we got a lot like constock
The Native Tongues are here with that brew for your heart
We're makin' ample usage of the times that we see
Tell us how you want it, and we bring the strategy
So, how ya want it we got it
(Oh yeah)
How ya want it we got it
(Oh yeah)
How ya want it we got it
(Oh yeah)
How ya want it we got it
(Oh yeah)
Now imported from the planet of dope shit
Be the native tongue
Rocka one plug infinite dot com
Getcha tail hooked in the thoughts
Don Perry on free back where
Ladies love to hear the emcee
We be the necessary realism
While you be
Chicken lo mein stream, baby
What? Place it in your gut
Guaranteed, we in the lead to run rap
Just hand over the deed
Now Ya heard about, read about
Be apart of it don't front
Now I'ma play ya like the government
And give ya what I think ya want
That native river to make ya rock with one another
'Cause in my eyes, I consider us all sisters and brothers
So to the table I bring Fat jams to make ya sing
Cause I'm starvin', I haven't had nothing like this
Since doin' our own dang
So be ya P, Is it ready?
To flip ya pattern of speech, 'cause I thinks
There's heads out there we still need to reach
True, yo this joint is crazy
Get's the lazy out of
Hey yo, Mikey how ya figure?
I wouldn't wanna catch cold
This joint is wisdom, kid
And be emcee, I'm out to get old
I seek the blessed the drum pattern
From brand new to tattered and torn
This place is Jimmy crack corn
My shit's Mazola
Your style's kiddy like Crayola
JBeez be the top dola, I mean dollar
Study the E-M-C-E-E's to remain the rhyme scholars
Now how ya want it we got it
(Oh yeah)
How ya want it we got it
(Oh yeah)
Record shop nine to five with the Raw Deluxe
Jungle Brother Africa, I got the Native Tongue touch
Verbal grammar, comin' atcha like a Black Panther
Check the sampler, the microphone man handler!
Crowd controller
Yes, we gotcha open, gotcha ampler
Shootin' the gift like Saint Nick, the black Santa
(He's checkin' his list)
Say what?
(He's checkin' it twice)
You ain't gettin' shit
If they naughty if ya nice
So come down the chimney
Brothers the vicinity
Lock down ya block nonstop with the remedy
Similar to water out the clouds
I'm here to reign supreme
Self-esteem lower than them rides in Cali
Is the reason why these niggas
Rally around the bull shit, rubber duck, you can't bull shit
Occupy world-wide with frontings all the misses
These womans don't love us so we forced to talk to bitches
Tryin' to ease up in the rises, sayin' "I like the way you stylin'"
Let me in the passenger while you play the pilot"
Listen baby doll, recites is a peeper
Hair fully wooly but you mental's six ether
And I don't live that so step up top
"I'll be getting money till the day that I die"
[Mike G]
Lace up a fattie of the greenery, bounce and check the scenery
Anticipation of the raw fills up the whole vicinity
Legendary quotes from promissory notes
Authentic fatigues wrapped around your throat
Coming hitting like a hammer
My overuse of truthful grammar might send me to the slammer
So I got my alibi, so if the DA try to make me fry
I'll poke him in his eye with a who, what, when and why
Oh no, not I, done hit you up with the jimmy so now identify
Cause whether dollars or yens, the 5-ohs always want to apprehend
A brother for doing his thing
[Afrika]
A yo! Hotshots rock spots and smoke chocolate thai
Talking about getting money till the day they die
Make money money, make money money money
Take money money, take money money money!
Suit getting chunky, well you see my pockets' fat
Enough to go around ten times and come back
Be the A double B on the thousand G bill
Circle it around from Brooklyn to Castle Hill
Right from the getty we caught bank from the piggy
Cause we give it to you raw down to the nitty-gritty
People acting shitty when they see me counting fifties
Buying new sneakers, "Yo, son! Where'd you get these?!"
[Mike G]
Brush off the comp like lint after the hit
No one's seen the brothers with the three shades of tint
Only a sign they're in like Flynt and haven't reached the extent
We use the brain as the furnace and the mouth as the vent
>From the set off we jump on the mic and go get off
Versatile styles bursting back and forth
>From the dealers and shakers, we fill the rhymes pages
To catch them papers we're back with flavours
[Afrika]
Kick the lotto, that's my motto, stash the loot in the bottle
Fill my tank up with gas and then hit the throttle
Me and Mike G lamping like Lamar and Rollo
Rocking the mic, ripping shit at the Apollo
Check the promoter for my quota
Money quench my thirst like Dr Pepper soda
[Mike G]
Recognise by the 'G' at the end of the name
The aroma in the air when I spark a new flame
It was the DJs in the park that put a start to the game
That's what made me grab the mic and go seek fame
And put a shame to the emcees with styles too lame
For the treasures I lust but I fall short of, In God We Trust
But I learned that doesn't mean they can't be touched
Just if you're too slow then you might get crushed
Or bite the dust, bite the dust, bite the dust
[Afrika]
Mega bucks in armoured trucks falling out the sky
"I'll be getting money till the day that I die"
[Mike G]
You ask why we stay fly
[the jbeez, the jbeez...]
10th round,
And still catching that beat down
So I retreat back to my old stomping ground,
Regroup and lounge,
Put on a couple of pounds,
And make plans to create the raw, homegrown sounds
Without love and support,
I might come up short,
But I dare not resort, to the low-life sport
Young bucks nowadays,
Even kids my own age,
Making front page
By getting locked in the cage
Pumping, self-destruction
And self-reduction
Souls get sucked into the evil corruption
The odds are against me
And the world won't present to me
Bad thoughts on my mind
But I won't let it tempt me
Organized confusion, negative illusion
I throw up my guard to combat intrusion
Say what say what say what
'cause I'm a jungle brother [jungle brother]
True blue [true blue]
'cause I'm a jungle brother [jungle brother]
True blue [true blue]
'cause I'm a jungle brother [jungle brother]
True blue [true blue]
'cause I'm a jungle brother [jungle brother]
True blue [true blue]
Now if I worry to much about all my have nots
I might not recoginize just what I've got
I've got control of my soul and I gotta firm hold
And if I keep on holding, i'ma reach my goals
When I'm walking through the streets
I see all sorts, big wasn't lying about them drugs and sports
Gotta keep my head up and everything is alright
'cause if I want to get this cash, I got to be game tight
Baby girl is at home and she's screaming daddy
Momma don't know, just might think I'm out pimping in a nice caddy,
But it ain't like that
Trying to keep that rogue status up off my back
So when the loot come through,
I do what I gotta do,
'cause indeed I'm jungle brother, just to stay true blue.
'cause I'm a jungle brother [jungle brother]
True blue [true blue]
'cause I'm a jungle brother [jungle brother]
True blue [true blue]
'cause I'm a jungle brother [jungle brother]
True blue [true blue]
'cause I'm a jungle brother [jungle brother]
True blue [true blue]
[the jbeez, the jbeez...]
For all my peoples out there, in the nyc
Jbeez is the initial, got to keep it official,
Ripping up the game plan, and send it off like a missile
Business is intact, now we come back strapped
So if something go down, we rearrange contracts
Coming bite and exact
To take your mental out the shack
Dunk your cookie in my milk
And let it soak in my rap
On the mic I talk about the blight
To reach new heights
Put up a fight with everything in sight
That blocks my light
Label my generation
X marks the spot
We make it hot
We don't stop
To bust back, we just keep
Busting the [blam blam]
Bulletproof brain cells
The name spells out success
That will remind you of the place where the jbeez rest
Stay black and rhyming
Till the day that I'm dieing
Death defying
Shaky eyeing
And God I'm relying
Test up my import, make a million or more
Keep the radio rocking, fill up the dance floor
When we come to the jam
No glissening gimmicks
Break it off on your right
See my style has no limits
Handle bi like a true blue jungle gi
Make the ladies reply with the wink of an eye
Rhyme writing, counter lighting
Emcees like this make hits for competition
Like slitting your wrists
Each sequel's so lethal
That no other can equal
Spark it up for the jam
But rock it on for the people
'cause I'm a jungle brother [jungle brother]
True blue [true blue]
'cause I'm a jungle brother [jungle brother]
True blue [true blue]
'cause I'm a jungle brother [jungle brother]
True blue [true blue]
'cause I'm a jungle brother [jungle brother]
True blue [true blue]
Every day, all day, it goes down like this
I'm freakin' you baby, drivin' you crazy
I'm freakin' you baby, drivin' you crazy
I'm freakin' you baby, drivin' you crazy
I'm freakin' you baby, drivin' you crazy
Put my style (Put your style)
Monkey charm (Monkey charm)
I can make you jump around and drive you wild (Drive you wild)
I grab the mic (Grab the mic)
And get you high (Get you high)
Because I say the things that I know that you like (I know you like)
I take your back (I take your back)
With my rhyme (With my rhyme)
And do my thing turning this building in funky trap (Funky trap)
I let you loose (Let you loose)
Give you a boost (Give you a boost)
And I wrap you by the lips and make you move
Because I'm freakin' you baby, drivin' you crazy
I'm freakin' you baby, drivin' you crazy
I'm freakin' you baby, drivin' you crazy
I'm freakin' you baby, drivin' you crazy
When I get (When I get)
To your place
I wanna turn up the hazel turn up the base
Do the things (Do the things)
That I know you like doing (I know)
So come on girl lets get right to it
Turning out (Turning out)
Scream and shout (Scream and shout)
Cause you know we'll be in freaky, it's all about (It's all about)
Let me hang (Let me hang)
Do your thing (Do your thing)
I can sit right here and watch you, and all of my baby
I'm freakin' you baby, drivin' you crazy
If there's a butt I'll make it
Cause I want you to be my lady
I'm freakin' you baby (Take a spin baby)
Drivin' you crazy (I like that)
Cause the freaky is insane (That's right)
What you grabbed here that was me (That's right)
And I want you to be a lady
Come on
Freakin' you baby, drivin' you crazy
Taste all of my cravin', making you lazy
I once stoop around, but I don't look
Cause I re-came for freak show
So girl let it out, don't be afraid
Cause I am the man and I'll be brave
So come on girl and let it out
Let it out, let it out
I'm freakin' you baby, drivin' you crazy
I'm freakin' you baby, drivin' you crazy
I'm freakin' you baby, drivin' you crazy
I'm freakin' you baby, drivin' you crazy
I'm freakin' you baby, drivin' you crazy
I'm freakin' you baby, drivin' you crazy
I'm freakin' you baby, drivin' you crazy
I'm freakin' you baby, drivin' you crazy
You put my style
I'm freakin' you baby, drivin' you crazy
I'm freakin' you baby, drivin' you crazy
I'm freakin' you baby, drivin' you crazy
I'm freakin' you baby, drivin' you crazy
I'm freakin' you baby, drivin' you crazy
I'm freakin' you baby, drivin' you crazy
I'm freakin' you baby, drivin' you crazy
I'm freakin' you baby, drivin' you crazy
I'm freakin' you baby, drivin' you crazy
I'm freakin' you baby, drivin' you crazy (No time to hold that now)
I'm freakin' you baby, drivin' you crazy (No time to hold that now)
I'm freakin' you baby, drivin' you crazy (No time to hold that now)
I'm freakin' you baby, drivin' you crazy (No time to hold that now)
I'm freakin' you baby, drivin' you crazy (No time to hold that now)
I'm freakin' you baby, drivin' you crazy (No time to hold that now)
[afrika]
Zigga-one, zigga-two, zigga-three, zigga-and..
Mindin my business, hangin on the scene
Kangaroos rolled by -- but I was clean
? ? got my tiger skin suit
Hair braided up and my jungle brother boots
Hopped on the vine and swung through the city
Today's your day, said the neighborhood gypsy
Kept on jumpin to the other side of town
The place where I want to go to get down
Jam-packed and one green light
Not a crumb or crack and I'm feelin alright
[mike g]
? ? vibe and all systems go (uh-huh)
Packin my gear, headin for the next show (yeah)
Coolin on the stoop, waitin for my ride
My man keith steps to my side
Chris pulls up, uncle sam next to him (uh-huh)
I step to the curb he says, "c'mon, get in!"
Grandma waved as chris hits the gas (yeah)
My hat flew off and keith just laughed
Afrika's with sam, holdin on to his seat
As sam does ninety to a new bush beat
Arrive to the show with no time to spare
Check in the mirror run my hand through my hair
Offered drinks and drugs, to get me high
I put my hands in my pocket and passed them by
[afrika]
Well uhh, ahh-ooooh - I stretched out and yawned
Brushed my teeth then I carried on
Got myself dressed and off to work
I got there early, the boss was happy
"hey, good mornin afrika
Let me show ya the surprise that I have for ya"
Pulled out a check and read out raise
And I be cold vacationed for 60 days
60 days, layin in the shade
And on top of that I'm stone cold paid
Packed the trunk of clothes and funk
Jumped on the plane, now what's my name?
Honey child, you can't tell me nothin
Out in the motherland for two whole months
And whoo! feelin alright
Uh-huh, feelin alright..
{*afrika scats*}
[mike g]
Home from the show and I'm layin back
Pulled an old school tape from out my rack
Tall glass of aj and a real soft seat
As pow-wow rocks a rhyme to billy squire, big beat
Cool c recalls of the crowd sayin yeah
As many hands were thrown up in the air
I've got a fine memory of a very fine night
Can't sleep a wink cause I'm feelin alright!
{*afrika scats*}
[afrika]
Feelin alright, feelin alright, yeah yeah
Feelin alright, feelin alright.. *scat*
Feelin alright, feelin alright *scat*
Feelin alright, feelin alright *scats to near end*
Feelin alright, feelin alright, yeah yeah
We're rockin' on and on until the early mornin'
We're rockin' on and on until the early mornin'
We're rockin' on and on until the early mornin'
We're rockin' on and on until the early mornin'
Break up the beat make it move like so
Make you feel nice so you can feel the flow
Downright funk on cruise control
Do a slam dunk, put a bita' soul into the hole
You got your game wrapped tight, no need to slow
Gonna crash this party, gettin' put a bit back
If ya gonna act more loose than you usually are
Everything's alright 'coz we get down like that
Now music is the key to make your body rock
24/7 around the clock
Most of the jams have the hip hop
They make you do your dance and do it non-stop
Now you can see the vibe when it's comin' your way
Gotcha' feelin' right within the party
Make you wanna grab ya girl and say
"Hey, let's get down and do it your way"
We're rockin' on and on until the early mornin'
We're rockin' on and on until the early mornin'
We're rockin' on and on until the early mornin'
We're rockin' on and on until the early mornin'
Don't make a move just bust it out
When yo' party with us don't fuss about
If yo' want to have a good time
All y'all gotta do is free your mind
Just relax and take a chill
This is your night, do what ya will
Don't stop until you see the sun
And make sure you are havin' fun 'coz
The brothers make the songs that make you smile
Up jump the boogy and make your style
Home grown love from the heavens above
Put you in the mood you been dreamin' of
So jump on it, baby, don't get uptight
We bought it, baby, the way we just know you like
Ain't no way you could get it wrong
Just let yourself go and get it on
[ Baby Bam ]
Souped up, gased up, got the fresh gear on
Seen you with the Beamer and the new Liz Claybourne
How you're doin, baby? Oh, you're doin good now?
Go to slap you five and you raise an eyebrow
See the brother changed cause he's full of ambition
Seen the brother change cause he was on a mission
Corn on the cob just to keep her job
Treat the next kid like he's nothin but a slob
Cause all you ever do is think about your wealth
And makin sure you're always doin good for yourself
You keep doin it
That's all you ever do
To think of only you
Just doin good for yourself
Just doin good for yourself
[ Mike G ]
Workin very hard, you work up, pray to God
Hopin on TV will be your next job
You go to work, you press some shirts
Watch the blue tube and do your homework
Slap your man five talkin like you're live
In this time of life you still fight to survive
You spot a break and break it some more
Now there's two pieces layin on the floor
Very much the same but different than the other
This is what you call a faded out brother
You say you got soul although you act cold
State of mind changed along with your bankroll
[ Baby Bam ]
But check him out, huh, he's workin out, huh
I guess that's what a hard-workin man is about
You run around and run around until you get dizzy
Changed up your look so I asked who was he
Now that's nothin like Dexter my man
I guess you got caught up in the wrong hands
Word em up, word em up, huh, word em up, hops
Cold set my brother up and called the cops
Flipped on everybody, turned neighborhood squealer
No different, just as bad as a drug dealer
[ Mike G ]
Girlfriend said that he was just a sweetie
But caught by a biz that was a bit more meaty
Ratted on your man's man, thinkin that you can-can
Your man got slammed and now you're thinkin, "Goddamn
Three strikes I'm out," now you done blew it
You didn't think you was but very much so, you was
That's all you ever do
To think of only you
Just doin good for yourself
Just doin good for yourself
That's all you ever do
To think of only you
Just doin good for yourself
Just doin good for yourself
You done dit it
You done did it now
[ Baby Bam ]
So there he goes again, back bendin for the other
I know you're doin business but we used to be good friends
Kool & the Gang, hangin the hang and all that
[ Mike G ]
And all of a sudden, the push of a button, a new route
[ Baby Bam ]
Oh, sure I'm happy for you but you're always on your own
Cause the lyrics you be kickin don't be workin in my zone
And I gotta include, don't mean to be rude
But you gotta change up your little funky attitude
Cause it's lonely at the top especially when you go pop
You flip-flap-flip and then you finally get dropped
Got it locked doin for yourself, take it from me
You're better off bein how you used to be
It's like that
I said you're better off bein how you used to be
It's like that
(Paid in full) --> Rakim
That's all you ever do
You think of only you
Just doin good for yourself
Just doin good for yourself
That's all you ever do
To think of only you
Just doin good for yourself
Just doin good for yourself
Intro: afrika & mike g
Sammy b is on the cut
Sammy b is on the cut
Sammy b is on the cut
Sammy beeeeeeeeeeeeeee
A: ha hah, one two
G: one two
A: one two
G: how we gonna do this?
A: what we have here...
G: ya
A: is the jungle brothers...
G: yeah
A: on a black piece of wax
G: yeah, my name is mike g
A: uh huh
G: on the mix is sammy b
First in line to kick the rhyme, jungle brother...
A: shazzam
G: yeah
A: one big scratch, here we go
Afrika:
Well, I'm a sure shot shooter and I'm the big shot
The big shot, yes the biggest, and I know I'm hot
Say I'm the baddest, just the baddest and I'm on the top
Sucker mc's try to stop me, but I won't stop
As I adjust and discuss all the rhymes I bust
I leave 'em all in the dust when I start the thrust
They try to catch me on the mic, but I'm hard to chase
I'm the ace in the place kickin' rhymes in your face
I'm outright, oustanding, outrageous, I'm smokin
Never play on the mic, no jivin', no jokin
Not a double-talker, so I don't double-talk
Ladies clock, finger-pop to the rhythm of a hawk
But I ignore the temptation, avoid the sensation
Reputation's at stake, but I won't break
I just chill, ill, let loose all my skill
I make a list of all the ladies that my skill will thrill
Mike g:
Now, my tasty technique tantalises your taste
As my rhymes rock and roll right through this place
I never fade away for forfeit or fess
And my beat is a beat bound to be best
Clowns craze and chase me 'cause I'm so cool
As I ridicule the rule and fool the fool
Ignite the party, excite the crowd
I'll make the quietest person wanna go and get loud
I'll make the hot get hotter when I start to rap
And my reward for goin' off is to hear people clap
I'm a monster for music, and my means are to move
Guys and gals'll get gray when it's time to groove
I'm a sexy sucker, but the mind is sane
Having nothing to lose but only goals to gain
By my side, I'm supplied with the best of the best
Sammy b and shazam which means there's no contest
Afrika:
Well, I'm an mc debator, rhyme regulator
Cool creator, rapper, not a raper
A damn good fighter, party highlighter
Lady exciter, writer, not a biter
Suckers lookin' to me, say, "what you think they see? "
They see a fresh, fantastic, fly, funky mc
They try to study my style, use and abuse it for a while
'til I take 'em to court and have 'em put on trial
I let mike g judge 'em, put 'em on the case
Sammy b, you be my lawyer to put 'em to disgrace
You see, I never have to worry, 'cause they both got my back
Sammy b for the fader, mike g for the rap
Mike g:
The more suckers I burn, the better suckers will learn
That mike g is takin' his turn to earn
Havin' the time, the rhyme, I'm gonna get mine
And it pushes the thought of suckers further out of my mind
'cause as I rhyme to my peep, suckers smoke the cheap
And butlers take down my orders from the words that I speak
Because I'm strong like a horse and loud like thunder
You mess with me, you'll be 60 feet under
In a jungle with a force, on a straight-forward course
And if you don't join the jungle, you should feel remorse
Break
Afrika:
Ah yeah
Yes yes y'all and you don't stop
You keep on to the break of dawn
You keep on to the break of dawn
You gotta be on time when you bust your rhyme
And you can't be wack when you rap the rap
You gotta get on the mic and do your best
For the people in the north, south, east and west
Like you can't judge a book by it's cover
If you listen, you will learn from a jungle brother
Like that y'all, and you don't stop
You keep on to the early morn
[newspaper, newspaper, newspaper]
I welcomed everybody I invited to the crib.
It was good to finally see them,
So I asked them how they been [fine]
They answered fine, but worried about the changing time
I served them tea and then I kicked an herbal rhyme
Disciples got me paranoid, I can't avoid
The scriptures got me down as the paperboy [paper paper]
So as I travel through stone sand and gravel,
I pay no mind to babble, gossip and what have you.
'cause who would want to tamper with the book of rhmes pages? [pages]
Whatever had been written shall be shown to all stages [stages]
My destiny was fatal so I played it to the utmost, [utmost]
The daily news came, but it wasn't the new york post.
Hallelujah, a baby is born, her name is dijon
Now that's a sign and symbol that it won't be long
It was the
Book of rhyme, book of rhyme, book of rhyme pages (x3}
Some see the end, but then some see nothing
The pages keep on turning and my dj keeps on cutting.
My constant high on life combats stress and strife,
But there always comes a time when you must sacrifice
So my cells ripidy pop as the lovely lyrics drop
I'm never going back; I'm over stocked with stock
Cops and thiefs both practice same beliefs
So I run and make my own
So I don't need grief
Now I'm shakin' the rhythm up
I always drop chance
Cause in cups chance on gettin' goin' down
Chance on gettin' goin' up
Fun and games need not be played
Cause you make the wrong move and you will get slayed
Confused by thevoices of your spiritual choices
The jungle is a place that holds a many of forces.
Good and evil
Ragged and regal
So read book of life and make sure that you see to
Book of rhyme, book of rhyme, book of rhyme pages (x8)
Emcees want to compete with my book of rhyme pages
As a zulu, how shall we teach the lessons and the stages
There's four developing stages in the art of hip hop
And most of them developped from the snap crackle and pop
The first was the usage of an actual band,
The second was a drum machine made by a man,
The third was the human beats box and percussion
The fourth in line was samplin' and the the boof of rhyme bustin'
Some say it is illegal,
But according to my scriptures,
These are the tools that I'm to use
To help me paint my pictures,
To brag and boast is just a higher level of description
What only matters are the facts not the fictions
'cause anything is possible in the book of rhyme pages
Good frame of mind is what you need to make a split decision
The answer's in your face, so be sure to use your vision.
[rewind rewind]
Black Woman, mother of my earth
Black Woman, you gave me birth
You can truly see what's in me
You can help me be the best that I can be
You feed my fire when I'm on the wire
Keepin' me calm when it's gettin' higher
Sweet like sugar and hot like wine
Always keepin' ya on my mind
You're givin' my life a new light to reach for
Giving me so much how could I ask for more
Keepin' us tight when we're gettin' loose
The darker the berry the sweeter the juice
Black Woman
Recess
You started out just a little girl
Given the power to change the world
And though some of your ways to man are odd
You are the proof that there is a God
Black Woman ya are the mother of all
Black Woman ya stand so firm and tall
And as you aged mind body and soul
You became more beautiful
You are the Future you are the Wisdom
The Wisdom that the evil Forces tried to hide
But no longer will you be hidden
In my Jungle you will always exist
Your wish is my command
Yo command is my wish
And the job of the Man is to respect
Protect be fruitful and multiply
Honor and love love and honor
Until the Day She Dies
Black Woman
Recess
Love the woman's weapon
With every great man there's a woman behind him
Her womb is the chamber that produces life
Her breast provides the nutrition for growth
A guardian angel in teh flesh
Representin' the man that watches over us both
Sent from the Heavens and the skies above
Black Woman it's you that I love
You are the Moon that I reach for
There's no doubt in my mind that it's you I adore
Sent from the Heavens and the skies above
"breakdown..."
Round and round, upside down
Living my live underneath the ground
Never heard of and hardly seen
A whole lot of talk about the red, black and green
So dirty you didn't wanna deal with it
So funky you didn't wanna got with it
But that's alright, no problem, cool
Sent to the earth to educate the fool
Waiting around for my shell to crack
After that you can't hold me back
Looking out for the danger signs
Jungle bros bringing forth a change in times
Left, right, some ask from which angle
Straight up the middle, reality's the riddle
Sending a message to the old and young
Confused about where I come from
What planet? what channel? what station?
Afrika from the zulu nation...
Confused, no landing, no understanding
But I knew not to give what life was demanding
Found a new tab, thought I'd take a grab
Tired of brothers who feign to backstab
Beating a bigger drum, better days will come
And if they don't come, I'll get up and make some
First you crawl before you walk
First you think before you talk
I found in life that you wear a hard hat
Protect your mind and bad things will stay back
Vultures flocking around on corners
Snakes slide through our law and order
Years slip away and I get older
Leaves hit the ground and it gets colder
My heart pumps faster so I get bolder
That's when I ask my brother to...take over!
My mellow, uncle sam!
(ladies and gentlemen, live from the planet rock we have the
J.beeeeees...)
You see some listen but still don't hear
Some seem far but are real near
I climb a mountain to reach a kingdom
And if they're willing, sure I'll bring them
Think to the needy and then to the greedy
Rely on the heaven and earth to feed me
Move to the motions of the moon
(take out your shades!) cause the sun comes soon
To plan my day I look at the sky
I see rain and I still ask why...
Broke the airwaves, trying to make waves
Finally came through but came in mono
Frequencies I kept on fighting
Satelliting what I was writing
Three years, finally got through
Came through in stereo...
So hello everybody and how y'all doing?
We gonna say a few words and keep on stepping
People watching to see what we would do
Live on air you heard us say to you:
The city's a jungle and we are the brothers
This so-called king of the jungle will run for cover
All of your minds have been set into a trance
So instead of fighting out our problems...
You don't know who you are
Look back into your past, brother
Look back into your past, sister
Look back into your past, sister
Look back into your past, brother
[Afrika]
My forefather was a king
He wore fat gold chains and fat ruby rings
Nobody believes this to be true
Maybe it's because my eyes ain't blue
You ain't gonna find it in your history book
Come here, young blood, and take a look
Dig down deep inside this hard cover
Don't you know you was bought, brother
All you read about is slavery
Never about the black man's bravery
You look at the pictures and all they show is
Afrikan people with bones in their noses
That ain't true, that's a lie
You didn't get that from my lemon pie
[Mike G]
Yeah, I cut class, I got a D
Cause History meant nothing to me
Except a definite nap
That's why I always sat in the back
I'd talk to girls or write a rhyme
Cause I didn't know (all times are black man's times)
When I was young my mama told me stories
Of black peoples' fight to bring us glory
I used to think these were stories to put me to sleep
But now I know mama's talk wasn't cheap
I know Afrika's for Afrikans
And history's the blood of every woman and man
"Now I begin another search, the incredibly involved
The incredibly difficult and incredibly frustrating search
Trying to pull together the history of a people"
[Afrika]
Page one, page two, page three
And still no signs of me
Yeah, so I looked into the table of contents
They wrote a little thing about us in the projects
Only history we make is if we kill somebody
Rape somebody, but other than that we're nobody
Speaking like a Brother living in the Jungle
I know I was here first but I remain humble
[Mike G]
Now it's time to rekindle the fire
A tribe of young brothers with the eye of the tiger
[Afrika]
Acknowledge your own, we have a home
Put on this earth to live and roam
[Mike G]
Christopher chose to explore
DISCOVERED AMERICA! Yeah, sure
[Afrika]
He thought the planet was square
Travelled many places, we already had been there
We left tracks, backtrack back
First civilisation, you know where that was found at
Looking for the true black days of glory
That's history, that's his story
[Vinia Mojica 4x]
The red's for the blood and the black's for the man
[ Baby Bam ]
718 K-i-t, baby
You gotta keep in touch if you wanna be my lady
Like finders keepers, loosers beepers
Cellular phones, metergrams and beepers
All around my waist with the boomin bass
Bouncin up against your body if you want the taste
You can leave your name and number on the sex machine
Or better yet the address of the disco scene
And I'll come, bring some of the good homecookin
Just for you, girl, all the way from Brooklyn
Scream, shout, good lookin out
I guess that means you wanna get tooken out
So pass the peas and let me fix your plate
And let your hair down so I can set you straight
And chill, put your body on the pill
Turn to channel 9 and let me watch Benny Hill
No need to rush when I'm knowin that I'm gettin it
Relax because you see, I ain't sweatin it
Ahhh
Yeah
Yeah
I ain't sweatin it
[ Mike G ]
Mike G on the run-through, scoop on the poop
Turntables take one and mics take two
Rhymes crazy fat like a baseball bat
Or some booty in your lap, and things like that
[ Baby Bam ]
So let me see you shake that booty
So I can swing my roo-too-tootie
Let it hang from left to right
Do my thang to ya all damn night
Like that y'all...
[ Mike G ]
...and the beat goes on
And when you're runnin with the Dready nothin can go wrong
Now hold on tight as the Bear sets flight
The softer the seat, the longer the night
Seven hineys deep and I'm gettin no sleep
I keep lovin you girls and keep changin the sheets
I got my meter runnin so I can't stay long
I done came and gone, you're still singin my song
Man won't get it and he seem to be frettin it
I got another, so you see I ain't sweatin it
Ahhh
Yeah
Yeah
I ain't sweatin it
[ Baby Bam ]
Yo, I start sniffin like Mr. Snuffleupagus
And all the freaks, they just can't enough of this
Could it be my sex appeal
Or could it be the way I wheel and deal?
Kick a little lingo, baby, I'm single
Gift from God but I ain't Kris Kringle
Fly cutie, you in the Timberland boot
Down with the Brothers and the JB troop
Cooler than cool, coolin in my coupe
So Dready Bear if you're here, tell me what's the scoop
[ Mike G ]
Shootin down suckers from town to town
Raise my eyebrows and I mop the clown
Honeys on my back from the vibe I send
Troopers on my tail from the laws I bend
Dready Bear the cowboy, six shooter and all
Step in the door and all drawers hit the floor
Never go dry cause I just ain't lettin it
I'm the Bear and you know I ain't sweatin it
Ahhh
Yeah
Yeah
Sweet Daddy ain't sweatin it
Ahhh
Yeah
Yeah
Dready Bear ain't sweatin it
Ahhh
Yeah
Yeah
Billy Bear ain't sweatin it
Ahhh
Yeah
Yeah
The JBeez ain't sweatin it
Ahhh
Yeah
Yeah
I ain't sweatin it
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