Jungle Love

[Guilty Simpson]

Yeah

Guilty Simpson, my nigga Med, J Dilla... Raw Shit

Prolific

Flow might blow, listen

Get Zooted, banging that dope music

My mind is set

This year niggas better step it up

I get the job done way before the check is cut

I don't wrote write raps for free

If I did, I won't make it like Shaq from three

My motto is simple

Without that loot

Your instrumentals stay instrumentals

A blind man could see the kids potential

And take notice so I grind and stay focused

If I was any hotter

I'd drink straight vodka, spit out flames, and piss lava

That hot fam, try again

That's why I got hoes like firemen

You could plug them up to hydrants

I should push a big red truck with sirens

Got a flow that'll stop beginners

I mall y'all a shopping center

Every time I yell I say

J D-Troit I to the L-L-A

J D-Troit I to the L-L-A

J D-Troit I to the L-L-A

J D-Troit I to the L-L-A

J D-Troit I to the L-L-A

[x2]

With that raw shit

Turn it up loud in your car shit

Finger tips split that cigar shit

Let's smoke nigga

Holler at cha man's

I'll smoke with cha

J D-Troit I to the L-L-A

J D-Troit I to the L-L-A

J D-Troit I to the L-L-A

J D-Troit I to the L-L-A

[Med]

I bang nothing but that, raw shit

Nigga bang on the wall piss

From the noise and the blunt saying

With a chick getting blown like a trumpet

For wondering how I stand still and still run this

Full stomach hunger in the eyes greedy

In your speezy

Take shit like

Nigga you don't need these

Titles and mics

Homie you don't need these

My CD

Pack like 6 niggas in a Sea Breeze

I flow so sick and won't sneeze

with no cheese

Rap Gs

Rubberband one hand

I part your gold teeth

J Dilla my nigga

I call him OG

The street symphony

Epidemy

The underdog who grind hard for the victory

Get them weak rhymes out a my face

I clap 16 bars that might catch me a case

I'm back

Don't stop til my lungs collapse

Til then close your eyes

Nigga imagin that