Wu-Tang Clan

Wu-Tang Clan - Concrete Jungle lyrics

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[Prodigal Sunn]
 Ladies and gentlemen: Sunz of Man
 Uhh, Jungle of Concrete
 yo, yo

 [Chorus x4]
 In the jungle, we gotta rumble with the bees/wee
 Ain't nothin sweet, we gotta eat

 [Timbo King]
 Yo, we come from starvin days, runnin up in Dr. J's
 Rock away, so the mega trades, diggin, pockin days
 Yo, the aids wasn't in, calm braids all trimmed
 Army suits snatched and Timbs
 You'se a friend, snatch a gem

 [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, demolish beats
 Collectin sheets, war with beast, Islamic warrior
 Livin the mass hysteria, the bomb shell of America
 Swell competors, explicit lyrics from the editor
 Realistic predator, the rhyme writer, climb heights
 Rhymes ignite, MC's reputation, blown out of sight
 On the mic device, my crew get nice, 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
 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 grinin
 Thug religions, expeditions, startin for a mil
 Stick the student for his intuition
 Beyond college, street knowledge, got to eat knowledge
 Off the tree of life, while seek wallets
 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, bloaw, 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 chips be short circuited

 [62nd Assassin]
 Here in this jungle, jungle, jungle ?
 I'm livin through, your crew on the subject
 The loot, I'm new improved
 Plus my time piece is bullet proof
 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 stone
 Written, founded dead on this spot
 You emergin, believe I'm the surgeon
 Rhymes leave your brain on all right, double scenes
 Back hand, slap you, clap thoughts, like evil 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 devil and the sword bring death, feed Jamaica
 Rain or hurricane, step on my house
 Into the house on severe pain, strong like a pyramid
 Nothin but various parts of the house that Jack built
 The little house on the praire, I huff and I puff
 And I blow your brain to a seisure
 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 and told"
 I live for my tech 9, uzi, grenade, all cause of one rhyme
 Better believe, sleeves, I buck you chicken
 Make you love us, my mic around your neck to bug it

 [Chorus x4]

 [various talk to fade
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