, I think I?ll walk your way, I think I?ll say your name, I think I?ll come over to your house.. Eeeeeeeeuuuuuuuwwwww you got something for me! you
the task to ask me bout the Native Tongue again my friend I tell you Jungle Brothers 'On the Run' I'm shakin' hands with many devils in the industry Believe
fresh MC, that will knock you down? I gets dizzy spellbound like a merry-go-round While I'm freaking, shall I expose You take a subject, and then you
that I know I'll never use Thank you sir for the millions of words That you've handed me down and you've told me to learn But I've got words in my
you choke and everything you see is goin' up in smoke so what's your hope you gonna sink or float one day you croke and one thing I'll tell you goanna
glorious meadow, It was camouflaged as a smashed in glass window. I couldn't see the love and affection, It was camouflaged as a jungle of erections. I
maxin' a rap that I'm castin', how dare you? How the hell can you yell what someone else said? I must get on what I loan, what I own on my forehead,
you want to stay you'll have to pay Over a million dollars a day, but it's worth it all, don't you see? If you lose the country you'll still have me Me
jungle fool and I don't throw SPEARS, and I ain't leavin here! A Nazi and you ain't never SEEN Germany but you was lookin for a enemy So you found a
troubled heart The sky is red And I can?t stop running Her baby stares The secret?s there So help us God I?ll swing at your funeral The stubborn air
? I smell undercovers, I die with my brothers And when I'm on the mic I represent all colors Last summer, I escaped from an asylum, You know the three
just fat, hit me. Too nasty. I said now big dumb, you... you... Bacon Skin Just fat, but you know where it's at. I wish you was thin, Cloreen Bacon Skin
I can't get out Can't you see I'm trapped? Can't you see I'm so confused? I can't get out Now you're wondering lost in a jungle You came in hyped up
rearranged this Style like how versatile you ask me now wow I'm like the movie, you seen on TV I'll be numerous but believe me I'll chop you up, bash
lip up Watch, while I stun and amaze you Kick out lyrics that truly'll daze you I'm your boss, the one that pays you Nine to five, all ducks are hired
to burn [Verse 2 - K'Naan] I drink poison Then I vomit diamonds I gave you mandela, black dalai lamas I gave you music You enthused in my kindness So how dare you
you get Chachi for forty he gets you Fonzie A motherfucker hustler kamikaze I use to bust tables but now I sell my body It's like a jungle sometimes,