Blackalicious - Deep in The Jungle
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Lyrics
I'm gunning, you're running away, do not stay
'Cause the wrath of the Gift will be hitting you swift
And a lot of the crews got sprayed and yelled "Raid!"
Like a couple of roaches as trouble approaches
A brother will flow this, another ferocious jam
I smother the croaker grand
I hover above the land of lame MCs that don't flow
I pop 'em the clip and then bow-bow with the gun
In a one, in a munch, chest, rest in peace
In a belly of the beast, I abolish MCs with styles like these
Rolling over enemies and I rest in the west
Starring heaven's fear, fearing with
A fear is nothing but a mere setback
Yearning with a mirror, earning with a clear conscience
And a medal that a jet lack
I'm a dog running through the jungle with a hoodie and a black hat
Chopping down newsies
Not a frog, honey, yet I'm home
Got a duty to attack wack talking clowns stiffly
I'ma knock 'em all around, bust a front with a fat blunt
Swinging on a vine in the homeland
I'ma sock 'em in the sound, little punks
When the rap funk springing on a rhyme, I'll foam it
Gifted when I'm lifted off a spliff hit
Reminiscent riff with dipshits
This shit is a misfit style that's a Gifted
I'm a whiz kid, get a whiff, kid
Swing it down low, bringing down foes with a new flow
Mentally I grow in your snapback
Little black with a fat rap with a fat sack
With a little bit of funk in my knapsack
Take it back to the bundle land
And I was smothering stupid idiots like Tarzan
Give it back to the brother man and get another land, man
Give me it, it's our land
We throw cowards in tight, missioning to the depths of another style
In the heart of the jungle
Getting wild with the art in a rumble
Never bowed but slaughter a dumbo
Make 'em mumble, make 'em humble
Get me riled from the start, you will crumble
And you'll tumble and you'll stumble
And I do it like that
From the end to the other end, never gonna end
Set a trend with a maniac mic clutch
Hey Bob, bye-bye, did you keep your day job?
My competitors never know the right touch
As I bail through the backstreets
Raising hell to a black beat
Rappers fail to attack me
Like a snail with the slack, G
I attack 'em like acne, exactly
Mindless creatures grope through idiosyncrasy fields
Up, rising up, down
Stepping up through the deep, dank murkiness
No telling what is lurking
I hear a whip, a will, I sense a jerking
I proceed to bust a buster
'Cause I trust the finer design of the mind of the rhyme
Just about impossible to find
What a disgrace to the race of wack MCs I am
Because I choose to stand my ground firm
And flow on a rhythm the vermin ain't learning
All I know is we've earned every inch we've attained
And strained to gain
And what I'm trying to explain is that
The deeper we're creeping, the more we find sleeping
And slipping, just shooting their lips on a mission
Dismissing the vision the Gift we've been given
To rhythm 'cause that's just the way we've been living
And thriving to essence, surviving
It's easy to recognize when analyzing the flow
Surprises are lame in this line
And trying to get you to buy into their fantasy world
Can it be damaging, aiming the bones of the fellas
And men that's exploiting my culture?
Can't understand every ratchet to touch
With the stuff here that's gonna be one rude motherfucker
Such as nowadays, it's falling and splintering
Just like timber instead of getting out of my way
And what I'm meaning to say is that
The canopy that covers me now is the blackest
Attack this, I thought we already established
The wackness presented in the cemented jungle
By the bumbling brothers stumbling, tumbling down
Surrounding me in a cannibalistic style
But I just smile and silence 'em like the lambs
They all the whole flock with just one magic stock style
I'm getting 'em off like crack vials
And wicked the whole fucking while
Not tripping over no vines or over no swine
Or over no minds or over no line of the block
Taking and whipping 'em like a Glock in the jungle
And we're beginning a journey
Not in time but in the mind
Imagine the camels being loaded up
The men loading themselves up
It's a long journey
The oasis is all in a clamor
As he starts from the top to go to the very bottom
Of a mysterious place, a very mysterious place
What's that I see?
I can't even describe you so I ain't even gon' try
Making hell of MC Asias
Now this I don't dispute but you knew
You scraped the paint off your bumpers
Making sure you beat the buzzer
'Cause motherfucker, I know you can make colors rhyme
And have the whole goddamn planet yelling Uncle
And that you would even still take the time to big up little
Can you imagine big up Asia Born, this little puddle?
Or that you would even be lightly concerned with little
Little words that you would tug at the line
Taking kids' legs home
You can't even back a sliver out, you know, that type shit
And then watch me wreck this stage
Boy, like I got your daddy's style hanging around my waist
Thinking I just ain't little rabbit eyes in your hive
And then suddenly I can't do no more
I'd be like, "Do you remember me?"
No, Asia
You used to play my record all the way to the vapor