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[Afrika]
Zigga-one, zigga-two, zigga-three, zigga-and.. Mindin my business, hangin on the scene Kangaroos rolled by -- but I was clean ?? got my tiger skin suit Hair braided up and my Jungle Brother boots Hopped on the vine and swung through the city Today's your day, said the neighborhood gypsy Kept on jumpin to the other side of town The place where I want to go to get down Jam-packed and one green light Not a crumb or crack and I'm feelin alright [Mike G] ?? vibe and all systems go (uh-huh) Packin my gear, headin for the next show (yeah) Coolin on the stoop, waitin for my ride My man Keith steps to my side Chris pulls up, Uncle Sam next to him (uh-huh) I step to the curb he says, "C'mon, get in!" Grandma waved as Chris hits the gas (yeah) My hat flew off and Keith just laughed Afrika's with Sam, holdin on to his seat as Sam does ninety to a new Bush beat Arrive to the show with no time to spare Check in the mirror run my hand through my hair Offered drinks and drugs, to get me high I put my hands in my pocket and passed them by [Afrika] Well uhh, ahh-ooooh - I stretched out and yawned Brushed my teeth then I carried on Got myself dressed and off to work I got there early, the boss was happy "Hey, good mornin Afrika Let me show ya the surprise that I have for ya" Pulled out a check and read out raise and I be cold vacationed for 60 days 60 days, layin in the shade And on top of that I'm stone cold paid Packed the trunk of clothes and funk Jumped on the plane, now what's my name? Honey child, you can't tell me nothin Out in the Motherland for two whole months and WHOO! Feelin alright Uh-huh, feelin alright.. {*Afrika scats*} [Mike G] Home from the show and I'm layin back Pulled an old school tape from out my rack Tall glass of AJ and a real soft seat as Pow-Wow rocks a rhyme to Billy Squire, Big Beat Cool C recalls of the crowd sayin YEAH as many hands were thrown up in the air I've got a fine memory of a very fine night Can't sleep a wink cause I'm feelin alright! {*Afrika scats*} [Afrika] Feelin alright, feelin alright, yeah yeah Feelin alright, feelin alright.. *scat* Feelin alright, feelin alright *scat* Feelin alright, feelin alright *scats to near end* Feelin alright, feelin alright, yeah yeah Feelin alright, feelin alright, yeah yeah {*fades out*} |
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[Maceo]
Me, Plug Three, the one they call Baby Huey The one that gets all the money (all the money) Yeah, that's right [Dove] A fat funky fruit with a whole lot of tang A little something called "Doing Our Own Thang" Breaking the beat others wished they broke Bassline so dope that you just might choke Don't bite off something that you can't chew And don't trail behind when I'm coming through Fronting the feel that you really can't feel Cause you're trying to feel what's on my reel to reel [Q-Tip] A tree is growing Can't you see what I see? A white blue fruit to boot We count to ten before we pass the crews, now that's family Equipped with the brothers and the sisters and the sisters and the brothers And all others, with the funky flairs, the bugged-out hairs It's the life of Riley, I'm really ready Gazing at the dollar fill of rap The cool june bugs, the wicks, the wacks Praise the rhythms for what it beez And praise the Lord for the JB's We're doing our own thang (Repeat 4x) [Posdnuos] Isn't it cool when you cut your hair And the blood is red instead of sellout green This is not the music for an R&B mind This is flower intertwined with a vine (In other words this is rose) You see what I mean? Or see what Grandpa Bam saw Funk we transmit is unstable One condition if I am able to say (Yes you may) Well hey, let's get on with it Vocal confetti is thrown, sometimes spitted Out the vents of hecklers and fans Either which way they all hop on the van The band, the band, here comes the band The tribe of fingers all on one hand Me, myself, and I are dark Monie Love the mouthpiece, it's now yours to spark [Monie Love] Sister Monie, the only one here who missed a plane back to London Residing with my brothers and I learned a lot from them About the group, how to be smooth and play funky And sometimes rated it's kind of funky, but it's cool For we are beyond the stereotypes Coordination crazy, but still it sounds hype Rocking on and off beat, and I do believe I'm right (You're right) Am I wrong? (Yeah, son) Don't be mad, be glad I missed the plane, I'm staying With the Brothers Jungle, Soul, and the Tribe I'm saying Funky funky rhymes that always stay in swing I believe we doing our own thing We're doing our own thang (Repeat 4x) [Afrika] Well my family sets all the trends From soul to soul, large to loose ends ?And I all my groups like kill? (Cause that's where the money's at) Yeah, the industry's filled with copycats R&B mixed with sloppy raps Tribes like us always open doors But what for, so you can get yours? You ain't in to it, all you want is profit So I ask you please to stop it Leave me alone, get off my bone Cause I'm doing my own... [Mike G] A new seed, a new breed A new man you to feed the greed A new pair of boots for a new piece of butt Sweet daddy are you there? (Sammy B is on the cut!) Spinning back for a rap that's laid back Read to kic back, those get no slack I may rock a rhyme or I may start to sing But still, I'm doing my own thing [Dove] In comes the mood of Jungle and Daisies Play the same and let the vibes grace me All hold hands and let's walk about And form a cirlce and talk about Don't follow the path that we're stepping Truth to the soul is what I'm cramming Reasons for this is that the family's strong And like Bob Marley said "We're jammin" Seeing is beliving, so see and believe And let the groove of the new proceed A whole bunch of love, peace signs, and fun So let's do what's got to be done, you know? |
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| 4. |
| 4:03 |
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Jump up, freak a hustle
Do what you want but move every muscle Ain't no time for playing around Only one thing to do when you hear this sound Act yourself with someone else And make sure yourself ain't by yourself Dyin' to get on the dance floor Girl what you waiting for? Come on over and swing with me take your mind out yo' misery Tomorrow's gonna be another day Tonight, I'm gonna take it- life Grab the world and put it on hold Relax my body and rest my soul Feel the vibe surrounding me Feel the bass come down on me Shake your butt but don't break your back Tap your feet and let your fingers snap No matter what size shape or colour We can jam and enjoy each other Music's pumpin' I feel something Must be my blood and h! eartbeat thumpin Dispense your funds to pass through the door You know there's room for you on the floor (You don't know if they'll be any more) So yo, what you waiting for? (Chanting in background) "Waiting the timeless time" Yeah, yeah, some playin' a wall I wasn't with that, not livin' like that You ain't with it let me hear you say ho You ain't with it let me hear you say aaaaoooo (aaaooo) Ready to boogie I had on my dancin' shoes Ain't in the mood to be singing no blues So if you want to be a little disco ducka I came here tonight to So good morning, good afternoon, good night don't let the bedbugs bite Going way out when I'm aiming to please You havin' a good time, climb up my trees C'mon what you waiting for? C'MON what you waiting for? "Waiting the timeless time" Side to side, and just let it ride Give what you got, no need to hide You're allowed as long as your able Take away the chairs and move away the tables I'm doing my thing working around you Ladies screaming (We wanna house you!) We won't say much on this no now Cause I'm not quite sure that you know how But keep on dancin', (Keep on dancing!) Baby on not clockin' you, I'm just glancin' And what I see now is a fine figure-8 (Don't Make me Wait) Yeah waiting for the DJ to play my song O Lord, I must have waited all night long! The joint was packed and it looked like a jungle, I felt at home, there goes my song S! o I hit the floor and jumped on the case, Sweat pouring from my face Clothes was wet by I didn't care You know what I'm saying (I know what you're sayin') So come on girl come on girl come on Let's Let's Let's Get it on I'm dyin' to get out on the floor I waited long enough; I can't wait no more! Come on girl come on girl come on Let's Let's Let's Get it on I'm dyin' to get out on the floor I waited long enough; I can't wait no more! Yeah, Uh, Uh, Yeah, Uh, Yeah, etc. |
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| 4:01 |
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[Afrika]
Everybody gettin on my back Some say ya just don't know how to act Afrika, you act too wild Get away from me you cramp my style But lovely lady, can't you see this is what you do to me? Got me workin to the bone then you ask whyyyyyy I ain't home Work all day and then at night I come runnin home to treat you right Try to spend time with my two children but this world has got me goin round and round I just can't stop On and on I might just drop Slippin and fallin but that's okay I do it all for you anyway Do my best just to please you and in return this is what you do Chorus: repeat 2X U make me sweat U make me work U make my body wanna go and do the jerk [Mike G] Pretty little mama, what's your kick? I'd like to know, what makes you tick Off to work, all prettied up As I watch you I'm all giddied up I'd like to know where yo' mind is at but you say you ain't got no time for that I try to test ya, put on the pressure Finally got ya, on the spot ha Now I regret every effort I made You finally gave in, now you want to invade I can't tell my left from my right Sweet girl you got my head feelin light Everybody asks what's wrong with Mike G Now you tell me, you're havin a baby Jimmy Hat, I blame it on you.. {*"Ih-it's it's it's all because, of you.." -> Slick Rick*} "There's not a problem that I can't fix.." "There's not a problem.. There's not a problem that.." "There's not a problem that I can't fix.." "There's not a problem not a problem not a problem.." [Afrika] Remember last year in the summertime? (yeah) The rumor went around that you was on mine Back then I didn't care cause I was after you (uhh) Thought of all the plans that I had for you Thinkin to myself, "Baby Bam you're set (set)" Now you wanna go and play hard to get (WHAT?) Ahhh man, ain't that a shame Fall came around and she forgot my name Diane, Diane, I don't understand (oh Diane!) You're out of this world, you know what girl? Chorus (repeat w/ variation 1/2) |
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| 4:09 |
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Breakdown...
Round and round upside down Living my live underneath the ground Never heard of and hardly seen A whole lot of talk about the Red Black and Green So dirty you didn't wanna deal with it So funky you didn't wanna got with it But that's alright no problem cool Sent to the Earth to educate the fool Waiting around for my shell to crack After that you can't hold me back Looking out for the danger signs Jungle Bros bringing forth a change in times Left, right, some ask from which angle Straight up the middle, reality's the riddle Sending a message to the old and young Confused about where I come from What planet? What channel? What station? AfriKa from the Zulu Nation... Confused, no landing, no understanding But I knew not to give what life was demanding Found a new tab, thought I'd take a grab Tired of brothers who feign to backstab Beating a bigger drum, better days will come And if they don't come, I'll get up and make some First you crawl before you walk First you think before you talk I found in life that you wear a hard hat Protect your mind and bad things will stay back Vultures flocking around on corners Snakes slide through our law and order Years slip away and I get older Leaves hit the ground and it gets colder My heart pumps faster so I get bolder That's when I ask my brother to...take over! My mellow, Uncle Sam! (Ladies and gentlemen, live from the Planet Rock we have the J.Beeeeees...) You see some listen but still don't hear Some seem far but are real near I climb a mountain to reach a kingdom And if they're willing, sure I'll bring them Think to the needy and then to the greedy Rely on the heaven and earth to feed me Move to the motions of the moon (Take out your shades!) Cause the sun comes soon To plan my day I look at the sky I see rain and I still ask why... Broke the airwaves, trying to make waves Finally came through but came in mono Frequencies I kept on fighting Satelliting what I was writing Three years, finally got through Came through in stereo... So hello everybody and how ya'll doing? We gonna say a few words and keep on stepping People watching to see what we would do Live on air you heard us say to you: The city's a jungle and we are the brothers This so-called King Of The Jungle will run for cover All of your minds have been set into a trance So instead of fighting out our problems... We order ya'll to dance! |
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| 7. |
| 3:48 |
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| 8. |
| 4:46 |
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I welcomed everybody I invited to the crib.
It was good to finally see them So I asked them how they been [fine] They answered fine but worried about the changing time I served them tea and then I kicked an herbal rhyme Disciples got me paranoid I can't avoid The scriptures got me down as the paperboy [paper paper] So as I travel through stone sand and gravel, I pay no mind to babble, gossip and what have you. 'Cause who would want to tamper with the book of rhmes pages? [pages] Whatever had been written shall be shown to all stages [stages] My destiny was fatal so I played it to the utmost, [utmost] The daily news came, but it wasn't the New York Post. Hallelujah, a baby is born, her name is Dijon Now that's a sign and symbol that it won't be long It was the book of rhyme, book of rhyme, book of rhyme pages (x3} Some see the end, but then some see nothing The pages keep on turning and my DJ keeps on cutting. My constant high on life combats stress and strife, But there always comes a time when you must sacrifice So my cells ripidy pop as the lovely lyrics drop I'm never going back; I'm over stocked with stock Cops and thiefs both practice same beliefs So I run and make my own So I don't need grief Now I'm shakin' the rhythm up I always drop chance Cause in cups chance on gettin' goin' down Chance on gettin' goin' up Fun and games need not be played Cause you make the wrong move and you will get slayed Confused by thevoices of your spiritual choices The jungle is a place that holds a many of forces. Good and evil Ragged and regal So read book of life and make sure that you see to Book of rhyme, book of rhyme, book of rhyme pages (x8) Emcees want to compete with my book of rhyme pages As a Zulu, how shall we teach the lessons and the stages There's four developing stages in the art of hip hop And most of them developped from the snap crackle and pop The first was the usage of an actual band, The second was a drum machine made by a man, The third was the human beats box and percussion The fourth in line was samplin' and the the boof of rhyme bustin' Some say it is illegal, but according to my scriptures, These are the tools that I'm to use To help me paint my pictures, To brag and boast is just a higher level of description What only matters are the facts not the fictions 'Cause anything is possible in the book of rhyme pages Good frame of mind is what you need to make a split decision The answer's in your face, so be sure to use your vision. [Rewind rewind] Book of rhyme, book of rhyme, book of rhyme pages (x8) |
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| 3:34 |
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| 10. |
| 3:39 |
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(Intro):
A B C D E F G H I Hey, do you know what letter comes after I "What do the Jungle Brothers call it? The jimbrowski" "It's jimmy, it's jimmy" Hook (Jungle Brothers): She always cry when I tell her that I'll be goin' back on the road again Tears in her eyes tell me that I'm the man someday she'll be marryin' Verse 1 (Afrika): Beggin' me to bring you back home Out wonderin' why why ya home all alone Feenin' for the jimmy, feenin' for my love Fixed and addicted to each other like a drug Nothin' like some acid or some ecstacy I give you pieces of my love so you'll remember me Love letters in the mail show me that you still care I reminisce about the kiss that turned into a love affair I tell you now I didn't mean to do you harm But your love was gettin' to me and my jimmy "got hot when I..." (Bridge): My jimmy weighs a ton (4X) Verse 2 (Mike G.): Mike G the honey hunter not at all the honey sweater Chillin' on the corner when I have ? Sweet, sweet ? only angels look betta But I ain't that jet so I best to go get her Hey ? she said what you want it to be Cause I've been waitin' a while for you to come get with me Oooh, ahhh, she touched my heart This could be the sign of a wonderful start Cause my love is that deep To some it is a treat Playin' me for keeps Ball and chain at my feet But I got a curfew But baby I don't want to have to hurt you She said she want to run away with me But that can't be (Nah, G) Cause I was sixteen and she was twenty-three Hook (female singer): I always cry when you tell me that you'll be goin' back on the road again Tears in my eyes tell me that you're the man someday I'll be marryin' Uhhhh, uhhhh, uhhhhh "Got hot when I...." (Bridge): My jimmy weighs a ton (4X) Verse 3 (Afrika): Love is a gamble, life is a lesson By golly when I met you you made a good impression on me You wasn't all about playin' those games (She wasn't all about playin' those games) You said I wanna be your girl, get to know ya But I already got a girl I told ya She said You got the love that I want now bring it to me She caught me off guard, I started singin' to her Hook (female singer): I always cry when you tell me that you'll be goin' back on the road again Tears in my eyes tell me that you're the man someday I'll be marryin' "J-I-M-B-R-O-W-S-K-I" "Got hot when I..." (Bridge): My jimmy weighs a ton (3X) My jimmy |
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| 3:59 |
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| 3:53 |
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| 14. |
| 6:44 |
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[Maceo]
Me, Plug Three, the one they call Baby Huey The one that gets all the money (all the money) Yeah, that's right [Dove] A fat funky fruit with a whole lot of tang A little something called "Doing Our Own Thang" Breaking the beat others wished they broke Bassline so dope that you just might choke Don't bite off something that you can't chew And don't trail behind when I'm coming through Fronting the feel that you really can't feel Cause you're trying to feel what's on my reel to reel [Q-Tip] A tree is growing Can't you see what I see? A white blue fruit to boot We count to ten before we pass the crews, now that's family Equipped with the brothers and the sisters and the sisters and the brothers And all others, with the funky flairs, the bugged-out hairs It's the life of Riley, I'm really ready Gazing at the dollar fill of rap The cool june bugs, the wicks, the wacks Praise the rhythms for what it beez And praise the Lord for the JB's We're doing our own thang (Repeat 4x) [Posdnuos] Isn't it cool when you cut your hair And the blood is red instead of sellout green This is not the music for an R&B mind This is flower intertwined with a vine (In other words this is rose) You see what I mean? Or see what Grandpa Bam saw Funk we transmit is unstable One condition if I am able to say (Yes you may) Well hey, let's get on with it Vocal confetti is thrown, sometimes spitted Out the vents of hecklers and fans Either which way they all hop on the van The band, the band, here comes the band The tribe of fingers all on one hand Me, myself, and I are dark Monie Love the mouthpiece, it's now yours to spark [Monie Love] Sister Monie, the only one here who missed a plane back to London Residing with my brothers and I learned a lot from them About the group, how to be smooth and play funky And sometimes rated it's kind of funky, but it's cool For we are beyond the stereotypes Coordination crazy, but still it sounds hype Rocking on and off beat, and I do believe I'm right (You're right) Am I wrong? (Yeah, son) Don't be mad, be glad I missed the plane, I'm staying With the Brothers Jungle, Soul, and the Tribe I'm saying Funky funky rhymes that always stay in swing I believe we doing our own thing We're doing our own thang (Repeat 4x) [Afrika] Well my family sets all the trends From soul to soul, large to loose ends ?And I all my groups like kill? (Cause that's where the money's at) Yeah, the industry's filled with copycats R&B mixed with sloppy raps Tribes like us always open doors But what for, so you can get yours? You ain't in to it, all you want is profit So I ask you please to stop it Leave me alone, get off my bone Cause I'm doing my own... [Mike G] A new seed, a new breed A new man you to feed the greed A new pair of boots for a new piece of butt Sweet daddy are you there? (Sammy B is on the cut!) Spinning back for a rap that's laid back Read to kic back, those get no slack I may rock a rhyme or I may start to sing But still, I'm doing my own thing [Dove] In comes the mood of Jungle and Daisies Play the same and let the vibes grace me All hold hands and let's walk about And form a cirlce and talk about Don't follow the path that we're stepping Truth to the soul is what I'm cramming Reasons for this is that the family's strong And like Bob Marley said "We're jammin" Seeing is beliving, so see and believe And let the groove of the new proceed A whole bunch of love, peace signs, and fun So let's do what's got to be done, you know? |
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| 3:56 |
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Jump up, freak a hustle
Do what you want but move every muscle Ain't no time for playing around Only one thing to do when you hear this sound Act yourself with someone else And make sure yourself ain't by yourself Dyin' to get on the dance floor Girl what you waiting for? Come on over and swing with me take your mind out yo' misery Tomorrow's gonna be another day Tonight, I'm gonna take it- life Grab the world and put it on hold Relax my body and rest my soul Feel the vibe surrounding me Feel the bass come down on me Shake your butt but don't break your back Tap your feet and let your fingers snap No matter what size shape or colour We can jam and enjoy each other Music's pumpin' I feel something Must be my blood and h! eartbeat thumpin Dispense your funds to pass through the door You know there's room for you on the floor (You don't know if they'll be any more) So yo, what you waiting for? (Chanting in background) "Waiting the timeless time" Yeah, yeah, some playin' a wall I wasn't with that, not livin' like that You ain't with it let me hear you say ho You ain't with it let me hear you say aaaaoooo (aaaooo) Ready to boogie I had on my dancin' shoes Ain't in the mood to be singing no blues So if you want to be a little disco ducka I came here tonight to So good morning, good afternoon, good night don't let the bedbugs bite Going way out when I'm aiming to please You havin' a good time, climb up my trees C'mon what you waiting for? C'MON what you waiting for? "Waiting the timeless time" Side to side, and just let it ride Give what you got, no need to hide You're allowed as long as your able Take away the chairs and move away the tables I'm doing my thing working around you Ladies screaming (We wanna house you!) We won't say much on this no now Cause I'm not quite sure that you know how But keep on dancin', (Keep on dancing!) Baby on not clockin' you, I'm just glancin' And what I see now is a fine figure-8 (Don't Make me Wait) Yeah waiting for the DJ to play my song O Lord, I must have waited all night long! The joint was packed and it looked like a jungle, I felt at home, there goes my song S! o I hit the floor and jumped on the case, Sweat pouring from my face Clothes was wet by I didn't care You know what I'm saying (I know what you're sayin') So come on girl come on girl come on Let's Let's Let's Get it on I'm dyin' to get out on the floor I waited long enough; I can't wait no more! Come on girl come on girl come on Let's Let's Let's Get it on I'm dyin' to get out on the floor I waited long enough; I can't wait no more! Yeah, Uh, Uh, Yeah, Uh, Yeah, etc. |
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| 3:31 |
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| 1:34 |
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Breakdown... Round and round upside down Living my live underneath the ground Never heard of and hardly seen A whole lot of talk about the Red Black and Green So dirty you didn't wanna deal with it So funky you didn't wanna got with it But that's alright no problem cool Sent to the Earth to educate the fool Waiting around for my shell to crack After that you can't hold me back Looking out for the danger signs Jungle Bros bringing forth a change in times Left, right, some ask from which angle Straight up the middle, reality's the riddle Sending a message to the old and young Confused about where I come from What planet? What channel? What station? AfriKa from the Zulu Nation... Confused, no landing, no understanding But I knew not to give what life was demanding Found a new tab, thought I'd take a grab Tired of brothers who feign to backstab Beating a bigger drum, better days will come And if they don't come, I'll get up and make some First you crawl before you walk First you think before you talk I found in life that you wear a hard hat Protect your mind and bad things will stay back Vultures flocking around on corners Snakes slide through our law and order Years slip away and I get older Leaves hit the ground and it gets colder My heart pumps faster so I get bolder That's when I ask my brother to...take over! My mellow, Uncle Sam! (Ladies and gentlemen, live from the Planet Rock we have the J.Beeeeees...) You see some listen but still don't hear Some seem far but are real near I climb a mountain to reach a kingdom And if they're willing, sure I'll bring them Think to the needy and then to the greedy Rely on the heaven and earth to feed me Move to the motions of the moon (Take out your shades!) Cause the sun comes soon To plan my day I look at the sky I see rain and I still ask why... Broke the airwaves, trying to make waves Finally came through but came in mono Frequencies I kept on fighting Satelliting what I was writing Three years, finally got through Came through in stereo... So hello everybody and how ya'll doing? We gonna say a few words and keep on stepping People watching to see what we would do Live on air you heard us say to you: The city's a jungle and we are the brothers This so-called King Of The Jungle will run for cover All of your minds have been set into a trance So instead of fighting out our problems... We order ya'll to dance! |
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