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(The JBeez, the JBeez...)
10th round, And still catching that beat down So I retreat back to my old stomping ground, Regroup and lounge, Put on a couple of pounds, And make plans to create the raw, homegrown sounds Without love and support, I might come up short, But I dare not resort, to the low-life sport Young bucks nowadays, Even kids my own age, Making front page By getting locked in the cage Pumping, self-destruction And self-reduction Souls get sucked into the evil corruption The odds are against me And the world won't present to me Bad thoughts on my mind But I won't let it tempt me Organized confusion, negative illusion I throw up my guard to combat intrusion Say what say what say what Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother (Jungle Brother) True Blue (True Blue) Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother (Jungle Brother) True Blue (True Blue) Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother (Jungle Brother) True Blue (True Blue) Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother (Jungle Brother) True Blue (True Blue) Now if I worry to much about all my have nots I might not recoginize just what I've got I've got control of my soul and I gotta firm hold And if I keep on holding, I'ma reach my goals When I'm walking through the streets I see all sorts, BIG wasn't lying about them drugs and sports Gotta keep my head up and everything is alright Cuz if I want to get this cash, I got to be game tight Baby girl is at home and she's screaming "Daddy" Momma don't know, just might think I'm out pimping in a nice caddy, But it ain't like that Trying to keep that rogue status up off my back So when the loot come through, I do what I gotta do, Cuz indeed I'm Jungle Brother, just to stay true blue. Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother (Jungle Brother) True Blue (True Blue) Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother (Jungle Brother) True Blue (True Blue) Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother (Jungle Brother) True Blue (True Blue) Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother (Jungle Brother) True Blue (True Blue) (The JBeez, The JBeez...) Ya For all my peoples out there, in the NYC JBeez is the initial, got to keep it official, Ripping up the game plan, and send it off like a missile Business is intact, now we come back strapped So if something go down, we rearrange contracts Coming bite and exact To take your mental out the shack Dunk your cookie in my milk And let it soak in my rap On the mic I talk about the blight To reach new heights Put up a fight with everything in sight That blocks my light Label my generation X marks the spot We make it hot We don't stop To bust back, we just keep Busting the (Blam blam) Bulletproof brain cells The name spells out success That will remind you of the place where the JBeez rest Stay black and rhyming Till the day that I'm dieing Death defying Shaky eyeing And God I'm relying Test up my import, make a million or more Keep the radio rocking, fill up the dance floor When we come to the jam No glissening gimmicks Break it off on your right See my style has no limits Handle BI like a true blue jungle GI Make the ladies reply with the wink of an eye Rhyme writing, counter lighting Emcees like this make hits for competition Like slitting your wrists Each sequel's so lethal That no other can equal Spark it up for the jam But rock it on for the people Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother (Jungle Brother) True Blue (True Blue) Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother (Jungle Brother) True Blue (True Blue) Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother (Jungle Brother) True Blue (True Blue) Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother (Jungle Brother) True Blue (True Blue) Every day, all day, it goes down like this (The JBeez, the JBeez...) |
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"I'll be getting money till the day that I die"
[Mike G] Lace up a fattie of the greenery, bounce and check the scenery Anticipation of the raw fills up the whole vicinity Legendary quotes from promissory notes Authentic fatigues wrapped around your throat Coming hitting like a hammer My overuse of truthful grammar might send me to the slammer So I got my alibi, so if the DA try to make me fry I'll poke him in his eye with a who, what, when and why Oh no, not I, done hit you up with the jimmy so now identify Cause whether dollars or yens, the 5-ohs always want to apprehend A brother for doing his thing [Afrika] A yo! Hotshots rock spots and smoke chocolate thai Talking about getting money till the day they die Make money money, make money money money Take money money, take money money money! Suit getting chunky, well you see my pockets' fat Enough to go around ten times and come back Be the A double B on the thousand G bill Circle it around from Brooklyn to Castle Hill Right from the getty we caught bank from the piggy Cause we give it to you raw down to the nitty-gritty People acting shitty when they see me counting fifties Buying new sneakers, "Yo, son! Where'd you get these?!" [Mike G] Brush off the comp like lint after the hit No one's seen the brothers with the three shades of tint Only a sign they're in like Flynt and haven't reached the extent We use the brain as the furnace and the mouth as the vent From the set off we jump on the mic and go get off Versatile styles bursting back and forth From the dealers and shakers, we fill the rhymes pages To catch them papers we're back with flavours [Afrika] Kick the lotto, that's my motto, stash the loot in the bottle Fill my tank up with gas and then hit the throttle Me and Mike G lamping like Lamar and Rollo Rocking the mic, ripping shit at the Apollo Check the promoter for my quota Money quench my thirst like Dr Pepper soda [Mike G] Recognise by the 'G' at the end of the name The aroma in the air when I spark a new flame It was the DJs in the park that put a start to the game That's what made me grab the mic and go seek fame And put a shame to the emcees with styles too lame For the treasures I lust but I fall short of, In God We Trust But I learned that doesn't mean they can't be touched Just if you're too slow then you might get crushed Or bite the dust, bite the dust, bite the dust [Afrika] Mega bucks in armoured trucks falling out the sky "I'll be getting money till the day that I die" [Mike G] You ask why we stay fly "I'll be getting money till the day that I die" [repeat to fade] |
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(check me out)
(check it out, yo) (etc...) I got so much funky shit inside my brain, I couldn't explain, couldn't explain You wouldn't understand, I couldn't explain I got so much funky shit inside my brain, I couldn't explain, couldn't explain You wouldn't understand, I couldn't explain {Mike G} Explanation of the funk essential trapped in my brain, Couldn't do it, make me wonder how a world maintain Got emcees frontin total masquerade Screamin toast had to touch them up with my blade Cut is caught brothers still fallin to this day And all is face say why'd have to be this way? Five 'cent is the culture Make me pop you like a vulture Amplify my mic and let the rhyme take the clutcher The rains of thr rhythms with some boom boom cat Not enough to break your back, just so you react. My counteract's my counterpart Takin your heart You made a move to pull my plug now that ass got sparked All I seeing and knowing is my business and I divide to multiply And give thanks to most high 24/7 brothers got to make a living Overcome the odds is the only decision Cast like my pawn with your third eye vision Slip up in the brain raise a sharp incision Streets full of clowns trying to rob your part When the herb come knocking send them home with a not I got my house pumped Crunch a problem with my luck Coming soft to the hole and get your whole game stuffed As we sway the dance halls from heaven to hell, As the sun do shine, JBeez rock well. I got so much funky shit inside my brain, I couldn't explain, couldn't explain You wouldn't understand, I couldn't explain Yo dig it, I got so much funky shit inside my brain, I couldn't explain, couldn't explain You wouldn't understand, I couldn't explain {Afrika} Cut you short and escort you to my innermost thoughts Dreams of fighting for my freedom in the most high courts But jump shots get blocked and dreams get shatterred and when the day turns night, souls get bruised and batterred. Cheap labor for a favor from your cotton picking neighbor, Got to work your ass off just to show you got flavor, Life savers won't help you when your breaking your back And Uncle Sam keep talking about rasing his tax I look at heaven and see myself rolling in seven or eleven So I can recoup this suit that I'm spending Pray to god with divine intervention all my life Repent for my sins because I don't want strife Release from contracts to make new contacts The game gets played but still remains the facts That I got to wake up and see the brood of charades 'Cause I'm still living in the modern age slave trade Rapping on holy water, Looking for divine order Life goes on, but still the rhyme gets shorter Seal my fate, there's no escape But still I'm straight, I'm back on track, shaking off the dead weight The time has come, for me to free my soul Grab hold of my heart and take full control 'Cause no matter what happens when times get hard, I still stand my ground and use the force of God I got so much funky shit inside my brain, I couldn't explain, couldn't explain You wouldn't understand, I couldn't explain Yo dig it, I got so much funky shit inside my brain, I couldn't explain, couldn't explain You wouldn't understand, I couldn't explain {Sammy B} I'm about to shine like a dime, It's time to give me mine, My props, casue I'm about to take you to the top, Non-stop with the body rock I make you forget about your seat and start smiling Brothers buckwilding And JBeez is always styling We bring the raw, The real hardcore, Giving you more than what you bargained for Son, so your ass is best to run when You see me coming I'm taking it back to the essence, Soul tracks I'm blessing Pass the mic over here, So I can test it, Check one check two, We's about to set it, when the Brothers rock the party, you'll never forget it, 'Cause I got so much funky shit inside my brain, I couldn't explain, couldn't explain You wouldn't understand, I couldn't explain Yo dig it, I got so much funky shit inside my brain, I couldn't explain, couldn't explain You wouldn't understand, I couldn't explain I got so much funky shit inside my brain, I couldn't explain, I couldn't explain You wouldn't understand, I couldn't explain I got so much funky shit inside my brain, I couldn't explain, I couldn't explain You wouldn't understand, I couldn't explain |
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How ya want it we got it [oh yeah!] (x4)
{dove} Hey mr. africa [what] This joint is headed Man I'm glad that beef is debted I jolt the bullet quick Out of the fifty-one six To hear my sammy on the mix [aight] We flipped the belt I felt the rubber burnin' See I was yearnin' for the moment Man opponents couldn't stop me When I first heard ac/dc I had to get a copy. Now I'm swole Who try to patrol my family Your fantasy back in the day was to be native But now your sh-t's sedated I bring the doctor, I'm a for the remedy But some pretend to be A bit seditty Your atittude is sh-tty I'm getting downright grimy and grity Introducin' to the scene is mike giggy {mike g} Yo, we sling the raw through the airwaves, We make you wanna misbehave We gotcha hooked Like the rhythm and the slaves So catch a phase of the craze Noddin' heads for days He's acting stingy with the level And he spreads in many ways So if you want to test the effervesce Come along and be my guest Yo, 'cause jungle brothers in the house {dove} And de la's in the house {q-tip} And q-tip from a tribe called quest Ya ya ya ya You wanna all it, Y'know cause I could give it all night n-gga And make ya last mike gigger, Africa, sammy b, the jbeez Straight out the jungle With the natural remedy I'm reppin' We lettin' off joints at this section The steppin' Rhymes, turntables and beats are lethal weapons And the essence You know we got alot like constock The native tongues are here with that brew for your heart We're makin' ample usage of the times that we see Tell us how you want it, and we bring the strategy So, How ya want it, we got it [oh yeah!](x4) {posdnous} Now imported from the planet of dope sh-t Be the native tongue Rocka one plug infinite dot com Getcha tail hooked in the thoughts Don perry on free Back where ladies love to hear the emcee We be The neccessary realism While you be Chicken lo mein stream baby, What? place it in your gut. Guaranteed. we in the lead to run rap [ya] Just hand over the deed {africa} Now ya heard about, read about Be apart of it don't front Now i'ma play ya like the government And give ya what I think ya want: That native river To make ya rock with one another Cause in my eyes, I consider us all sisters and brothers So to the table I bring Fat jams to make ya sing Cause I'm starvin', I haven't had nothing like this Since doin' our own dang So be ya p, is it ready? To flip ya pattern of speech Cause I thinks There's heads out there we still need to reach {dove} True, yo this joint is crazy Get's the lazy out of Hey yo mikey how ya figure? I wouldn't wanna catch cold. {mike g} This joint is wisdom, kid. {dove} And be emcee I'm out to get old I seek the blessed the drum pattern From brand new to tatterred and torn This place is jimmy crack corn My sh-ts mazola Your style's kiddy like crayola Jbeez be the top dola I mean dollar Study the e-m-c-e-es to remain the rhyme scholars Now, How ya want it we got it [oh yeah!] (x2) {africa} Record shop nine to five With the raw deluxe Jungle brother africa - I got the native tongue touch Verbal grammar - comin' atcha like a black panther Check the sampler The microphone man handler! Crowd controller Yes we gotcha open, gotcha ampler Shootin' the gift like saint nick, the black santa [he's checkin' his list] say what? [he's checkin' it twice] ya! You ain't gettin' sh-t If they naughty if ya nice So come down the chimney Brothers the vicinity Lock down ya block nonstop with the remedy {posdnous} Similiar to water out the clouds I'm here to reign supreme Self-esteem lower than Them rides in cali Is the reason why these n-ggas Rally around the bull sh-t Rubber duck, you can't bull sh-t Occupy world-wide With frontings all the misses These womans don't love us so we forced to talk to b-tches Tryin to ease up in the rises Sayin' I like the way you stylin' Let me in the passenger while you play the pilot. Listen baby doll [doll] Recites is a peeper Hair fully wooly but you mental's six ether And I don't live that. So step up top And watch the native tongues lick the crop for the cream |
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(The JBeez, the JBeez...)
10th round, And still catching that beat down So I retreat back to my old stomping ground, Regroup and lounge, Put on a couple of pounds, And make plans to create the raw, homegrown sounds Without love and support, I might come up short, But I dare not resort, to the low-life sport Young bucks nowadays, Even kids my own age, Making front page By getting locked in the cage Pumping, self-destruction And self-reduction Souls get sucked into the evil corruption The odds are against me And the world won't present to me Bad thoughts on my mind But I won't let it tempt me Organized confusion, negative illusion I throw up my guard to combat intrusion Say what say what say what Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother (Jungle Brother) True Blue (True Blue) Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother (Jungle Brother) True Blue (True Blue) Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother (Jungle Brother) True Blue (True Blue) Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother (Jungle Brother) True Blue (True Blue) Now if I worry to much about all my have nots I might not recoginize just what I've got I've got control of my soul and I gotta firm hold And if I keep on holding, I'ma reach my goals When I'm walking through the streets I see all sorts, BIG wasn't lying about them drugs and sports Gotta keep my head up and everything is alright Cuz if I want to get this cash, I got to be game tight Baby girl is at home and she's screaming "Daddy" Momma don't know, just might think I'm out pimping in a nice caddy, But it ain't like that Trying to keep that rogue status up off my back So when the loot come through, I do what I gotta do, Cuz indeed I'm Jungle Brother, just to stay true blue. Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother (Jungle Brother) True Blue (True Blue) Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother (Jungle Brother) True Blue (True Blue) Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother (Jungle Brother) True Blue (True Blue) Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother (Jungle Brother) True Blue (True Blue) (The JBeez, The JBeez...) Ya For all my peoples out there, in the NYC JBeez is the initial, got to keep it official, Ripping up the game plan, and send it off like a missile Business is intact, now we come back strapped So if something go down, we rearrange contracts Coming bite and exact To take your mental out the shack Dunk your cookie in my milk And let it soak in my rap On the mic I talk about the blight To reach new heights Put up a fight with everything in sight That blocks my light Label my generation X marks the spot We make it hot We don't stop To bust back, we just keep Busting the (Blam blam) Bulletproof brain cells The name spells out success That will remind you of the place where the JBeez rest Stay black and rhyming Till the day that I'm dieing Death defying Shaky eyeing And God I'm relying Test up my import, make a million or more Keep the radio rocking, fill up the dance floor When we come to the jam No glissening gimmicks Break it off on your right See my style has no limits Handle BI like a true blue jungle GI Make the ladies reply with the wink of an eye Rhyme writing, counter lighting Emcees like this make hits for competition Like slitting your wrists Each sequel's so lethal That no other can equal Spark it up for the jam But rock it on for the people Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother (Jungle Brother) True Blue (True Blue) Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother (Jungle Brother) True Blue (True Blue) Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother (Jungle Brother) True Blue (True Blue) Cuz I'm a Jungle Brother (Jungle Brother) True Blue (True Blue) Every day, all day, it goes down like this (The JBeez, the JBeez...) |
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