[bees buzzing]
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[Prodigal Sunn:]
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Ladies and gentlemen: Sunz of Man
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Uhh, Jungle of Concrete
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yo, yo
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[Chorus: x4]
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In the jungle, we gotta rumble with the bees/wee
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Ain't nothin sweet, we gotta eat
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[Timbo King:]
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Yo, we come from starvin days, runnin up in Dr. J's
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Rock away, so the mega trades, diggin, pockin days
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Yo, the aids wasn't in, calm braids all trimmed
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Army suits snatched and Timbs
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You'se a friend, snatch a gem
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[Prodigal Sunn:]
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I spent a lifetime of doin crime, hustlin dimes, guzzlin wine
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Smugglin wives, one of a kind
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Under the sunshine, movin as one mind, the genuine
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Star child, Allah's style, many say their barber's wild
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When I element the foul, prowl, upon the weekend of sweet
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I gotta eat, generate with the heat, demolish beats
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Collectin sheets, war with beast, Islamic warrior
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Livin the mass hysteria, the bomb shell of America
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Swell competors, explicit lyrics from the editor
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Realistic predator, the rhyme writer, climb heights
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Rhymes ignite, MC's reputation, blown out of sight
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On the mic device, my crew get nice, shoot dice
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Doin callistetics, young diplomatics with automatics
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The asiatic, fuck a fanatic, I split his attic
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You don't want no static, I make you carriage for the rabbits
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[Chorus x2]
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[Hell Razah:]
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We've got to take what we want, let these others rappers front
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Yo, take that, you ain't goin get it laid back
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Best record what I say, ain't no time to playback
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That's right platinum hits, yo, before the age at
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Gather millions, acapella in the streets, today crack
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Fuck opinions, I'm hittin to the nights endin
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A new beginin, takin over men and women
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Thoughts used for sinnin, neighborhood no grinin
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Thug religions, expeditions, startin for a mil
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Stick the student for his intuition
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Beyond college, street knowledge, got to eat knowledge
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Off the tree of life, while seek wallets
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Credit cards, some trust for their gods
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In the Wizard of Oz, you get it all to get robbed
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Price is on the food and the Earth's precious jewels
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Ain't the golden rules from the golden black jewels
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Steppin out the furnace, only run with fast learners
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Burn cash and we stash burners
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We be the underground childs, mainstream now
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Sort of like Apocalypse, bloaw, blaow
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Take what you own, must return to your home
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Claim back your throne, we're on a higher zone
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Black Lazurus, plus we're not havin it
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Pass the diamonds on the wrist, we're on some take the earth shit
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Demolish every tool, that y'all niggaz work with
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The barcode, bio chips be short circuited
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[62nd Assassin:]
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Here in this jungle, jungle, jungle ?
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I'm livin through, your crew on the subject
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The loot, I'm new improved
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Plus my time piece is bullet proof
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I need a bulldozer or crane, that stains like in vain
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You be the blood and I be the drainin on
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Forgot to burn your proper on, with the tool stone
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Written, founded dead on this spot
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You emergin, believe I'm the surgeon
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Rhymes leave your brain on all right, double scenes
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Back hand, slap you, clap thoughts, like evil raps
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Play that, what it slap right back
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You was seen, soak the zeen
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Self esteem, so common, even suckers die
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Major League, total assassinator, rhyme complicator
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The devil and the sword bring death, feed Jamaica
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Rain or hurricane, step on my house
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Into the house on severe pain, strong like a pyramid
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Nothin but various parts of the house that Jack built
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The little house on the praire, I huff and I puff
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And I blow your brain to a seisure
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Before you step to me, you should of called off
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Ceaser's father, mercy words, I'm no joke
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I cancer smoke, I reply, "your brain and told"
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I live for my tech 9, uzi, grenade, all cause of one rhyme
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Better believe, sleeves, I buck you chicken
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Make you love us, my mic around your neck to bug it
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[Chorus x4]
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[various talk to fade]
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Concrete Jungle
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Sunz of Man |