Concrete Jungle

Hell Razah

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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

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    [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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