Jungle

(albüm: The Night's Gambit - 2013)

Born in the jungle, out the womb running
Better move younging, predators is soon coming
Aggressive measures for the ones alive
The issue is no nipple for the undersized
Thrive for wealth, ignore the pastor
Full of cruddy should've studied I Self Lord And Master

To calm hungry, mom Sunday would worship hard
She knew her offspring thing was serve or starve
Crime ignite, mind ain't right, surface scarred
Thoughts clear of course, here it's referred as dogs
We sprout from glass house hung on curbs of shards
As pedal jacks observed devil acts, word to God
As a seed, I read ingredients of hurt and lard
Warden the hood but my court good, search my heart
Do it quick for ruger clip, make it burst apart
Till then disperse, not a verse but a work of art
Prepping today like it's the last night of feeding
Figured the fast route since we've been cast out of Eden
Rep the team that never left the scene
Apparently arrogant from battling the Nephilim
Get fronted on we run along with crew as ill
Track back through a few, had steel nothing too grass hill
You know us, go load up to touch robust
Payback is delivered deliberate no rush
Born in the jungle, yeah

Born in the jungle, out the womb running
Better move younging, predators is soon coming
Aggressive measures for the ones alive
The issue is no nipple for the undersized
Thrive for wealth, ignore the pastor
Full of cruddy should've studied I Self Lord And Master

Reared tough to get geared up no makeshift
We ain't blood or straight bitch in your playlist
Man moves can't rule in a state constant stasis
Trying to ball proper not that Dr. Naismith
Trust, crushed like a hair, get your wig pushed
No bird in the hand, preferred grams by the big bush
Just another lost soul strolling the crossroad
We ain't speak, clicking heat is our Morse code
We good in here but timid couldn't appear
Top rook, spot shook through a hull of veneer
Was mold in the friction, it's told in my diction
Rolled low so po-po couldn't hold a submission
No donning shackles, stiff-arm and tackle
Or be in felon digs, selling cigs to glom some mackerel
All the live words and proverbs, the psalms is factual
Soul connected with gold collected, bond is natural

Born in the jungle, out the womb running
Better move younging, predators is soon coming
Aggressive measures for the ones alive
The issue is no nipple for the undersized
Thrive for wealth, ignore the pastor
Full of cruddy should've studied I Self Lord And Master

Now what kinda player am I? Am I an offensive man or a defensive man? That's right, I'm neither. I play my opponent. If he likes to attack, I force him to defend himself. If he's a cautious man, I draw him into dangerous waters