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Concrete Jungle

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Concrete Jungle

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[bees buzzing]

[Intro: Prodigal Sunn]

Ladies and gentlemen: Sunz of Man

Uhh, Jungle of Concrete

Yo, yo

[Chorus x4: Prodigal Sunn]

In the jungle, we gotta rumble with the beast

Ain't nothin sweet, we gotta eat

[Timbo King:]

Yo, we come from starvin days, runnin up in Doctor days

Rockaways, sold the mega-trains, diggin pocket days

Yo, the aids wasn't in, calm braids all trimmed

Army suits snatched and Timbs, you'se a friend, snatch a gem

[Prodigal Sunn:]

I spent a lifetime of doin crime, hustlin dimes

Guzzlin wine, smugglin wives, one of a kind

Under the sunshine, movin as one mind, the genuine

Star child, Allah's style, many say their barber's wild

When I element the foul, prowl, upon the weekend of sweet

I gotta eat, generate with the heat, demolishin beats

Collectin sheets, war with beast, Islamic warrior

Livin the mass hysteria, the bomb shell of America

Swell competors, explicit lyrics from the editor

Real-estate predator, the rhyme writer, climb heights

Rhymes ignite, MC's reputation, blown out of sight

On the mic device, my crew get nice, we shoot dice

Doin callistetics, young diplomatics with automatics

The asiatic, fuck a fanatic, I split his attic

You don't want no static, I make you carriage for the rabbits

[Chorus x2]

[Hell Razah:]

We've got to take what we want, let these others rappers front

Eh yo, take that, you ain't goin get it laid back

Best record what I say ain't no time to playback

That's right platinum hits, yo, before the age at

Gather millions, acapella in the streets, today crack

Fuck opinions, I'm hittin to the nights endin

A new beginin, takin over men and women

Thoughts used for sinnin, neighborhood no grinnin

Thug religious expeditions, starvin for a mil

Stick a student for his intuition

Beyond college, street knowledge, got to eat knowledge

Off the tree of life, while others seek wallets

Money and credit cards, some trust for their gods

In the Wizard of Oz, you get it all to get robbed

Price is on the food and the Earth's precious jewels

Ain't the golden rules from the golden black jewels?

Steppin out the furnace, only run with fast learners

Burn cash and we stash burners

We be the underground childs, mainstream now

Sort of like Apocalypse, blaow, blaow

Take what you own, must return to your home

Claim back your throne, we're on a higher zone

Black Lazurus, plus we're not havin it

Pass the diamonds on the wrist

We're on some take the earth shit

Demolish every tool, that y'all niggaz work with

The barcode, bio-chip clicks we short circuit

[60 Second Assassin:]

Here in this jungle, jungle, jungle boogie

I'm livin through, your crew on the subject

The loot, I'm new improved

Plus my time piece is bulletproof

I need a bulldozer or crane, that stains like in vain

You be the blood and I be the drainin on

Forgot to burn your proper on, with the tool in stone

Written, founded dead on this spot

Lyrics emergin, believe I'm the surgeon

Rhymes leave your brain, oh right, double scenes

Back hand slap, you clap, evil-pattern raps

Play that, what it slap right back

You was seen, soak the zeen

Self esteem, so common, even suckers die

Major League, total assassinator, rhyme complicator

The double-edged sword bring death, feed Jamaica

Rain or hurricane, step on my house

Into the house on severe pain, strong like a pyramid

Nothin but fairies of the house that Jack built

The little house on the praire, I huff and I puff

And I blow your brain to a seizure

Before you step to me, you should of called off

Ceaser's father, mercy words, I'm no joke

I cancer smoke, I reply, "your brain ain't toke"

I live for my tech-9, uzi, grenade, all cause of one rhyme

You better believe thieves buck your chicken

Make nuggets, my mic and whip the cord around your neck to plug it

[Chorus x4]

[Outro: Hell Razah (Prodigal Sunn)]

You know I'm sayin? (We gotta eat)

All the way to Brazil, we gotta eat

In this jungle is serious (word up)

KnowI'msayin? (We gotta eat)

(Born, build) Gotta have ya mind right

(Sunz of Man) Sunz of Man is here

(Royal Fam) KnowI'mSayin?

Takin over this concrete jungle

(Word up) You know us (We takin this shit over)

You know the name (In the jungle)

(In the jungle) What you lookin at?

Yeah you, ah, Sunz of Man

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