More mics killed than slaves during the middle passages
You'll hear a sound similar to the one Custer
Beasts his drum, this beat will drum through the summer
Jungle bunny, I'm not mo' funny, I'm mo' deadly
Make a joyful noise unto the Lord
Sound warrior, I'll take your head more than a rap singer
King of kings, God of gods
With my jungle music
Through the trees, like my forefathers
Extrasensory perception to avoid all traps
Still my sounds make devils tumble like the walls of Jericho
Still through all this the praise roll off my lips
Over the airwaves, powers are released
To destroy the molesters of my heritage
Chant my paower to devour all the snakes and rats
In the sancuary of your caves white kids press record
Try to hold us back with all the strength you can muster
Enlightener, with the mitre
Holy music destroy the savage beast
We went from pyramids to the ghetto
Unga, bunga, binga
I'll beat the devil like a Niyabini drummer
Try to carbon copy, but it always comes out sloppy
It's inevitable, you can't stop me
Heard before he got ambushed, you'll get ambushed
(In the J U N G L E)
But they conceal the drums of evil, my loyal lineage
Down underground, but I bounce to the jungle
As my mystic music spread from sea to galaxy
For taking this back to Kush
On me cut my hair, the vibes still exist
They know one day we'll learn how to use it
Like the dreads on my head, you try and lock me
For too long you've abused it
You can't outrap me, you can't outrock me
Command the wind and seas
My style survived slave ships, whips and chains, hardships
Melodies, that flows like the breeze
Bring your guns, chains and tone force your religion
Who rapes and ravages and calls us savage?
That's why they fear our jungle music
Make the forces of my nature smite ya
Like my ancestors drums I beat the odds
