[Verse 1]
[J. Guevara]
Hear the confessions of an unrepentant Skinnee
From the depths of my soul in my hole in New York City
I arose from my frozen abode from the north
Came forth on course and write my rhymes from the source
[Special J]
To delight Dr. Lecter I’ll recite some invective of my own
Here’s my quid pro quo
Omens and portents have sprung forth in torrents
It’s time to realize my rise has been foretold
From the sticks to the streets I beat a path that’ll last
I came to NYC by the way of the pasture
Naïve and pure, I stepped from the steppes
From the pie to the Apple like Ming it’s merciless
But my mastery of majesty brings tragedy
Well yes, my mastery of majesty brings tragedy
[J. Guevara]
And my insanity loves company
So I stray into the fray ‘cause the chaos comforts me
But somebody in front of me wants to rumble
The fauna causing trauma in the jungle
I be the lion in winter, the hinterland dweller
A cappella dash fast like a sprinter
Test me like litmus, but witness the fitness
Of my wit, quick, come get with this!
[Hook]
The sun comes up and I'll run with the animals!
(It's a wild kingdom!)
The sun goes down and I'll run from the cannibals!
(It's a wild kingdom!)

[Verse 2]
[J. Guevara]
Due to my ability to flow with agility
I take my place amongst the nobility
But fuck the futility my mobility is upwards
But my cupboards be bare like Hubbard’s and it’s killing me
Stress make me pound my chest like a gorilla be
To prove my virility; search for sense and sensibility
Like Austen, I lost in Philly, D.C
Or Boston so I jet back to Willie B
[Special J]
But trust in me, like Kaa said to Mowgli
I’ve escaped the snake like Houdini, so hold me
Enthralling, I’m calling like the wild
One hundred percent intelligent manchild
[J.Guevara]
Now I’m making ends, and I’m trying to make ends meet
Hoping that the enemy ain’t lurking where my friends be
To feed on 'em in a frenzy like piranhas
While some silly sallies dilly dally like the Lama
[Special J]
But make no mistake: I’ll frustrate them
When they hunt me; more underground than Salman Rushdie
My learning's been obscuring like Jude
[J. Guevara]
I want to walk like you, I want to talk like you
[Special J]
So what’s the hullaballoo? We’ve got the bare necessities
I’ll secure your secrets with my opens and my sesames
Effervescently sent to inlay
Rhizomes like Jim Jones says “Hey, Kool-Aid!”
[Hook]

(It's a wild kingdom.)x4