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Wu-Tang Clan

Concrete Jungle

 

Concrete Jungle

(专辑: RZA Presents Wu-Tang Killa Bees: The Swarm, Vol. 1 - 1998)


[Prodigal Sunn:]
Ladies and gentlemen: Sunz of Man
Uh, Jungle of Concrete
Yo, yo

In the jungle, we gotta rumble with the weak
Ain't nothing sweet, we gotta eat
In the jungle, we gotta rumble with the weak
Ain't nothing sweet, we gotta eat

In the jungle, we gotta rumble with the beast
Ain't nothing sweet, we gotta eat
In the jungle, we gotta rumble with the beast
Ain't nothing sweet, we gotta eat

[Timbo King:]
Yo, we come from starving days, running up in Dr. Js
Rock away, so the mega trades, digging, pocking 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 doing crime, hustling dimes, guzzling wine
Smuggling wives, one of a kind
Under the sunshine, moving 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, demolish beats
Collecting sheets, war with beast, Islamic warrior
Living the mass hysteria, the bomb shell of America
Swell competitors, explicit lyrics from the editor
Realistic predator, the rhyme writer, climb heights
Rhymes ignite, MC's reputation, blown out of sight
On the mic device, my crew get nice, shoot dice
Doing calisthenics, young diplomatics with automatics
Stay Asiatic, fuck a fanatic, I split his attic
You don't want no static, I make you carrots for the rabbits

In the jungle, we gotta rumble with the weak
Ain't nothing sweet, we gotta eat
In the jungle, we gotta rumble with the beast
Ain't nothing sweet, we gotta eat

[Hell Razah:]
We've got to take what we want, let these others rappers front
Yo, take that, you ain't going 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, a cappella in the streets, today crack
Fuck opinions, I'm hitting to the nights ending
A new beginning, taking over men and women
Thoughts used for sinning, neighborhood no grinning
Thug religions, expeditions, starting for a mil
Stick the student for his intuition
Beyond college, street knowledge, got to eat knowledge
Off the tree of life, while seek wallets
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
Stepping 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 Lazarus, plus we're not having it
Pass the diamonds on the wrist, we're on some take the earth shit
Demolish every tool, that y'all niggas work with
The barcode' bio-chip clicks, we short-circuit

[62nd Assassin:]
Here in this jungle, jungle, jungle ?
I'm living through, your crew on the subject
The loot, I'm new improved
Plus my time piece is bullet-proof
I need a bulldozer or crane, that stains like in vain
You be the blood and I be the draining on
Forgot to burn your proper on, with the tombstone
Written, founded dead on this spot
You emerging, believe I'm the surgeon
Rhymes leave your brain on all right, double scenes
Back hand, slap you, clap thoughts, like evil 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 devil and the sword bring death, feed Jamaica
Rain or hurricane, step on my house
Into the house on severe pain, strong like a pyramid
Nothing but various parts of the house that Jack built
The little house on the prairie, 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 and told"
I live for my TEC-9, Uzi, grenade, all cause of one rhyme
Better believe, sleeves, I buck you chicken
Make you love us, my mic around your neck to bug it

In the jungle, we gotta rumble with the weak
Ain't nothing sweet, we gotta eat
In the jungle, we gotta rumble with the weak
Ain't nothing sweet, we gotta eat

In the jungle, we gotta rumble with the beast
Ain't nothing sweet, we gotta eat

In the jungle, we gotta rumble with the weak
Ain't nothing sweet, we gotta eat

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