[Intro: Prodigal Sunn]
Ladies and gentlemen, Sunz of Man
Uh, jungle of concrete
Yo, yo

[Chorus: Prodigal Sunn]
In the jungle, we got to rumble with the weak
Ain't nothing sweet, we got to eat
In the jungle, yo, we rumble with the weak
Ain't nothing sweet, we got to eat
In the jungle, yo, we rumble with the beast
Ain't nothing sweet, we got to eat
In the jungle, yo, we rumble with the beast
Ain't nothing sweet, we got to eat

[Verse 1: Timbo King + Prodigal Sunn]
Yo, we come from starving days, running up in Dr. Js
Rockaway sold the mega trades, digging pocket days
Yo, the AIDS wasn't in, cornbraids all trim
Army suits snatching Timbs
Using friends snatching gems
I spent a lifetime of doing crime, hustling dimes, guzzling wine
Smuggling wives, one of a kind
Under the sunshine, moving as one mind, the genuine
Star child, Allah's style, many say they rob us wild
When I eliminate the foul, prowl
Upon the weekend of the sweet, I got to eat, generate with the heat demolishing beats, collecting sheets, war with beast
Islamic warrior living in mass hysteria
The bomb shell of America swell competitors
Exquisite lyrics from the editor, realistic predator
The rhyme might of Crime Heights
My rhymes ignite, MCs reputation blown out of sight
On the mic device, my crew get nice, shoot dice
Doing calisthenics, young diplomatics with automatics
Stay Asiatic, fuck a fanatic, I split his attic
You don't want no static, I make you carrots for the rabbits
[Chorus: Prodigal Sunn]
In the jungle, we got to rumble with the weak
Ain't nothing sweet, we got to eat
In the jungle, yo, we rumble with the beast
Ain't nothing sweet, we got to eat

[Verse 3: Hell Razah + 60 Second Assassin]
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 n***as work with
The barcode' bio-chip clicks, we short-circuit
Here in the jungle (Jungle)
Jungle boogie! I'm living through
Your crew on the subject, the loot, I'm new improved
Plus my time piece is bulletproof
I need a bulldozer or crane, that stains like in vain
You be the blood and I be the draining on
Forgot to burn your proper on, with the tombstone
Written, founded dead on this spot
You emergin, believe I'm the surgeon
Rhymes leave your brain on all right, double scenes
Backhand, 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
Nothing but various parts of the House that Jack Built
The Little House on the Prairie
I huff and I puff and I blow your brain to a seizure
Before you step to me, you should of called off
Caesar's father, mercy words, I'm no joke
I cancer smoke, I reply, "Your brain and told"
I live for my TEC-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: Prodigal Sunn]
In the jungle, we got to rumble with the weak
Ain't nothing sweet, we got to eat
In the jungle, yo, we rumble with the weak
Ain't nothing sweet, we got to eat
In the jungle, yo, we rumble with the beast
Ain't nothing sweet, we got to eat
In the jungle, yo, we rumble with the beast
Ain't nothing sweet, we got to eat

[Outro: Prodigal Sunn]