1.Black Man On Track
2.Brain
I got so much funky shit inside my brain,
I couldn't explain, couldn't explain
You wouldn't understand, i couldn't explain
I got so much funky shit inside my brain,
I couldn't explain, couldn't explain
You wouldn't understand, i couldn't explain
{mike g}
Explanation of the funk essential trapped in my brain,
Couldn't do it, make me wonder how a world maintain
Got emcees frontin total masquerade
Screamin toast had to touch them up with my blade
Cut is caught brothers still fallin to this day
And all is face say why'd have to be this way？
Five 'cent is the culture
Make me pop you like a vulture
Amplify my mic and let the rhyme take the clutcher
The rains of thr rhythms with some boom boom cat
Not enough to break your back, just so you react.
My counteract's my counterpart
Takin your heart
You made a move to pull my plug now that ass got sparked
All i seeing and knowing is my business and i divide to multiply
And give thanks to most high
24／7 brothers got to make a living
Overcome the odds is the only decision
Cast like my pawn with your third eye vision
Slip up in the brain raise a sharp incision
Streets full of clowns trying to rob your part
When the herb come knocking send them home with a not
I got my house pumped
Crunch a problem with my luck
Coming soft to the hole and get your whole game stuffed
As we sway the dance halls from heaven to hell,
As the sun do shine, jbeez rock well.
I got so much funky shit inside my brain,
I couldn't explain, couldn't explain
You wouldn't understand, i couldn't explain
Yo dig it,
I got so much funky shit inside my brain,
I couldn't explain, couldn't explain
You wouldn't understand, i couldn't explain
{afrika}
Cut you short and escort you to my innermost thoughts
Dreams of fighting for my freedom in the most high courts
But jump shots get blocked and dreams get shatterred
And when the day turns night, souls get bruised and batterred.
Cheap labor for a favor from your cotton picking neighbor,
Got to work your ass off just to show you got flavor,
Life savers won't help you when your breaking your back
And uncle sam keep talking about rasing his tax
I look at heaven and see myself rolling in seven or eleven
So i can recoup this suit that i'm spending
Pray to god with divine intervention all my life
Repent for my sins because i don't want strife
Release from contracts to make new contacts
The game gets played but still remains the facts
That i got to wake up and see the brood of charades
'cause i'm still living in the modern age slave trade
Rapping on holy water,
Looking for divine order
Life goes on, but still the rhyme gets shorter
Seal my fate, there's no escape
But still i'm straight,
I'm back on track, shaking off the dead weight
The time has come, for me to free my soul
Grab hold of my heart and take full control
'cause no matter what happens when times get hard,
I still stand my ground and use the force of god
I got so much funky shit inside my brain,
I couldn't explain, couldn't explain
You wouldn't understand, i couldn't explain
Yo dig it,
I got so much funky shit inside my brain,
I couldn't explain, couldn't explain
You wouldn't understand, i couldn't explain
{sammy b}
I'm about to shine like a dime,
It's time to give me mine,
My props, casue i'm about to take you to the top,
Non-stop with the body rock
I make you forget about your seat and start smiling
Brothers buckwilding
And jbeez is always styling
We bring the raw,
The real hardcore,
Giving you more than what you bargained for
Son, so your ass is best to run when
You see me coming
I'm taking it back to the essence,
Soul tracks i'm blessing
Pass the mic over here,
So i can test it,
Check one check two,
We's about to set it,
When the brothers rock the party, you'll never forget it,
'cause
I got so much funky shit inside my brain,
I couldn't explain, couldn't explain
You wouldn't understand, i couldn't explain
Yo dig it,
I got so much funky shit inside my brain,
I couldn't explain, couldn't explain
You wouldn't understand, i couldn't explain
I got so much funky shit inside my brain,
I couldn't explain, i couldn't explain
You wouldn't understand, i couldn't explain
I got so much funky shit inside my brain,
I couldn't explain, i couldn't explain
You wouldn't understand, i couldn't explain
3.Bring It On
4.Changes
5.Gettin Money
6.Handle My Business
7.How Ya Want It We Got It(Native Tongues Mix)
{dove}
This joint is headed
Man i'm glad that beef is debted
I jolt the bullet quick
Out of the fifty-one six
We flipped the belt
I felt the rubber burnin'
See i was yearnin' for the moment
Man opponents couldn't stop me
When i first heard ac／dc i had to get a copy.
Now i'm swole
Who try to patrol my family
Your fantasy back in the day was to be native
But now your sh-t's sedated
I bring the doctor,
I'm a for the remedy
But some pretend to be
A bit seditty
Your atittude is sh-tty
I'm getting downright grimy and grity
Introducin' to the scene is mike giggy
{mike g}
Yo, we sling the raw through the airwaves,
We make you wanna misbehave
We gotcha hooked
Like the rhythm and the slaves
So catch a phase of the craze
Noddin' heads for days
He's acting stingy with the level
And he spreads in many ways
So if you want to test the effervesce
Come along and be my guest
Yo, 'cause jungle brothers in the house
{dove}
And de la's in the house
{q-tip}
And q-tip from a tribe called quest
Ya ya ya ya
You wanna all it,
Y'know cause i could give it all night n-gga
And make ya last mike gigger,
Africa, sammy b, the jbeez
Straight out the jungle
With the natural remedy
I'm reppin'
We lettin' off joints at this section
The steppin'
Rhymes, turntables and beats are lethal weapons
And the essence
You know we got alot like constock
The native tongues are here with that brew for your heart
We're makin' ample usage of the times that we see
Tell us how you want it, and we bring the strategy
So,
{posdnous}
Now imported from the planet of dope sh-t
Be the native tongue
Rocka one plug infinite dot com
Getcha tail hooked in the thoughts
Don perry on free
Back where ladies love to hear the emcee
We be
The neccessary realism
While you be
Chicken lo mein stream baby,
What？ place it in your gut.
Just hand over the deed
{africa}
Now ya heard about, read about
Be apart of it don't front
Now i'ma play ya like the government
And give ya what i think ya want：
That native river
To make ya rock with one another
Cause in my eyes, i consider us all sisters and brothers
So to the table i bring
Fat jams to make ya sing
Cause i'm starvin',
I haven't had nothing like this
Since doin' our own dang
So be ya p, is it ready？
To flip ya pattern of speech
Cause i thinks
There's heads out there we still need to reach
{dove}
True, yo this joint is crazy
Get's the lazy out of
Hey yo mikey how ya figure？
I wouldn't wanna catch cold.
{mike g}
This joint is wisdom, kid.
{dove}
And be emcee
I'm out to get old
I seek the blessed the drum pattern
From brand new to tatterred and torn
This place is jimmy crack corn
My sh-ts mazola
Your style's kiddy like crayola
Jbeez be the top dola
I mean dollar
Study the e-m-c-e-es to remain the rhyme scholars
Now,
{africa}
Record shop nine to five
With the raw deluxe
Jungle brother africa - i got the native tongue touch
Verbal grammar - comin' atcha like a black panther
Check the sampler
The microphone man handler!
Crowd controller
Yes we gotcha open, gotcha ampler
Shootin' the gift like saint nick, the black santa
You ain't gettin' sh-t
If they naughty if ya nice
So come down the chimney
Brothers the vicinity
Lock down ya block nonstop with the remedy
{posdnous}
Similiar to water out the clouds
I'm here to reign supreme
Self-esteem lower than
Them rides in cali
Is the reason why these n-ggas
Rally around the bull sh-t
Rubber duck, you can't bull sh-t
Occupy world-wide
With frontings all the misses
These womans don't love us so we forced to talk to b-tches
Tryin to ease up in the rises
Sayin' 'i like the way you stylin'
Let me in the passenger while you play the pilot.'
Recites is a peeper
Hair fully wooly but you mental's six ether
And i don't live that.
So step up top
And watch the native tongues lick the crop for the cream
8.Jungle Brothers(Stereo Mc's Mix)
10th round,
And still catching that beat down
So i retreat back to my old stomping ground,
Regroup and lounge,
Put on a couple of pounds,
And make plans to create the raw, homegrown sounds
Without love and support,
I might come up short,
But i dare not resort, to the low-life sport
Young bucks nowadays,
Even kids my own age,
Making front page
By getting locked in the cage
Pumping, self-destruction
And self-reduction
Souls get sucked into the evil corruption
The odds are against me
And the world won't present to me
Bad thoughts on my mind
But i won't let it tempt me
Organized confusion, negative illusion
I throw up my guard to combat intrusion
Say what say what say what
Now if i worry to much about all my have nots
I might not recoginize just what i've got
I've got control of my soul and i gotta firm hold
And if i keep on holding, i'ma reach my goals
When i'm walking through the streets
I see all sorts, big wasn't lying about them drugs and sports
Gotta keep my head up and everything is alright
Cuz if i want to get this cash, i got to be game tight
Baby girl is at home and she's screaming 'daddy'
Momma don't know, just might think i'm out pimping in a nice
caddy,
But it ain't like that
Trying to keep that rogue status up off my back
So when the loot come through,
I do what i gotta do,
Cuz indeed i'm jungle brother, just to stay true blue.
Ya
For all my peoples out there, in the nyc
Jbeez is the initial, got to keep it official,
Ripping up the game plan, and send it off like a missile
Business is intact, now we come back strapped
So if something go down, we rearrange contracts
Coming bite and exact
To take your mental out the shack
Dunk your cookie in my milk
And let it soak in my rap
On the mic i talk about the blight
To reach new heights
Put up a fight with everything in sight
That blocks my light
Label my generation
X marks the spot
We make it hot
We don't stop
To bust back, we just keep
Bulletproof brain cells
The name spells out success
That will remind you of the place where the jbeez rest
Stay black and rhyming
Till the day that i'm dieing
Death defying
Shaky eyeing
And god i'm relying
Test up my import, make a million or more
Keep the radio rocking, fill up the dance floor
When we come to the jam
No glissening gimmicks
Break it off on your right
See my style has no limits
Handle bi like a true blue jungle gi
Make the ladies reply with the wink of an eye
Rhyme writing, counter lighting
Emcees like this make hits for competition
Like slitting your wrists
Each sequel's so lethal
That no other can equal
Spark it up for the jam
But rock it on for the people
Every day, all day, it goes down like this
9.Jungle Brother(True Blue)
10.Moving Along
11.Toe To Toe
12.Where You Gonna Go
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