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JungleAntagonistic, megalomanic, malicious masonsCalibrating and orchestrating callous communications To contribute to mass consumption of confused equations That conveniently cause coherent citizen sedation And emphatically entrap empathy endlessly entering entities Ending the energy, said to be remedies But actually affecting applicants quite detrimentally I've been like Frederick Jones, born on the seventeenth of February All may my fantastic angle on handling grammar be amiable While I am and trample cats of unfathomable calibre Within mandibles, cancelling common credit And capitalising from capital casualty Incorporating enigmatic ambient samples with amplified strategy I'm getting fucked up off this horrid cacophony Then having debates about cats with preposterous prophecies I got an eighth in a sack, my clobber, my wallet keys A bag of dreams and more deep beats, me I spit it properly You're fucking whack, you'll get a clap with one of my Slazenger rackets And if its that, I'll serve and smash like McEnroe having a bad fit Fit-f-fit the bill? Course I fit the bill you bastard Fuck off with your skinny jeans on stage the fabrics squishing a mans dick Dicking around only getting you so far you're living a lie-in I got a deflated tyre I'm bout to go visit a spliff a Messiah Or I am a problem, I spit mental arithmetic Adding then subtracting syllabic patterns 'til I make it fit Look I'm just trying to raise the bar, I turn it to eleven I'll find a fucking furnace on a hype and make you step in Try work with what the word is, don't try hinder your progression I spit that burn quick, flip and turn it learn it to perfection Look, I spit a banger after banger after banger after My album's banging like Bin Laden on the Magna Carta But it ain't dropped yet, I'm like: "Not yet" I drop sweat and hot breath when I rock sets The boss says "Clear your desk, you are not next- Go mosh next to obsessed little knobheads Cause you ain't bout it, nah I just spoke to it You had to walk a mile away 'cause you ain't close to it Oooooh be free Don't be afraid of the jungle - climb trees Oooooh be free Don't be afraid of the thunder - we need heat See it knows who flows it and who flows thrown solo Dome seeker in my own home, no go far brother, no hope, no mercy Showboat with the flow, Oh no those, those ones are the flowboats I choke-choke when I'm provoked see I'm pro thinking no (BLEEP) Ain't my business though, each man to his own doe That's a old quote, I'm a old soul in a young mind with a known goal Yeah - But I'm just trying to show culture You man are coming with that slow-focus so hopeless When you're spitting I be giving man the cold shoulder Most drop bent bars like pole vaulters going over I'm plastered it seems, rolling with darkest team All with stripes - Argentine, Coke and ice, rum and squeeze Bark at me I'll bite at you, fight with me I'm likely to Write you off like hybrids trying to drive through iron pipes would do Hear the beat, I like the tunes, hyper dude, minor views Major thoughts, high calibre tunes Having a crack at a stanza or two Having a crack at a stanza or three Man are embarrassed when battling me Wizzie be classic and adamant he Is aware of himself like Adam and Eve Huh - Yeah - Certain man they know this They avoid a couple black man like some xenophobic homophobics Yo I will with who I roll with, busting rolly-polys nigga I was the striker I just checked you was the goalie nigga Call me Rooney nigga, yeah I keep it groovy nigga I got more liqueur, lyrics passing through me nigga Don't warm to beans if you ain't burning coffee And don't be having good days if you be turning stroppy Don't chat about your hard P if you're earning floppy Don't read bars out of your phone blood, you should learn them properly Oooooh be free Don't be afraid of the jungle - climb trees Oooooh be free Don't be afraid of the thunder - we need heat Oooooh be free Don't be afraid of the jungle - climb trees Oooooh be free Don't be afraid of the thunder - we need heat |