1.Book Of Rhyme Pages
I welcomed everybody I invited to the crib.
It was good to finally see them
They answered fine but worried about the changing time
I served them tea and then I kicked an herbal rhyme
Disciples got me paranoid I can't avoid
So as I travel through stone sand and gravel,
I pay no mind to babble, gossip and what have you.
'Cause who would want to tamper with the book of rhmes pages？
The daily news came, but it wasn't the New York Post.
Hallelujah, a baby is born, her name is Dijon
Now that's a sign and symbol that it won't be long
It was the
book of rhyme, book of rhyme, book of rhyme pages (x3}
Some see the end, but then some see nothing
The pages keep on turning and my DJ keeps on cutting.
My constant high on life combats stress and strife,
But there always comes a time when you must sacrifice
So my cells ripidy pop as the lovely lyrics drop
I'm never going back; I'm over stocked with stock
Cops and thiefs both practice same beliefs
So I run and make my own
So I don't need grief
Now I'm shakin' the rhythm up
I always drop chance
Cause in cups chance on gettin' goin' down
Chance on gettin' goin' up
Fun and games need not be played
Cause you make the wrong move and you will get slayed
Confused by thevoices of your spiritual choices
The jungle is a place that holds a many of forces.
Good and evil
Ragged and regal
So read book of life and make sure that you see to
Book of rhyme, book of rhyme, book of rhyme pages (x8)
Emcees want to compete with my book of rhyme pages
As a Zulu, how shall we teach the lessons and the stages
There's four developing stages in the art of hip hop
And most of them developped from the snap crackle and pop
The first was the usage of an actual band,
The second was a drum machine made by a man,
The third was the human beats box and percussion
The fourth in line was samplin' and the the boof of rhyme
bustin'
Some say it is illegal,
but according to my scriptures,
These are the tools that I'm to use
To help me paint my pictures,
To brag and boast is just a higher level of description
What only matters are the facts not the fictions
'Cause anything is possible in the book of rhyme pages
Good frame of mind is what you need to make a split decision
The answer's in your face, so be sure to use your vision.
Book of rhyme, book of rhyme, book of rhyme pages (x8)
2.I Getta Kick Out Of You
Sweet sensations of a freaky temptation
Got me feeling right for what I'm facing
Chocolate chip sugar dipped
Got me clipped to the hip
Of a honey hustling
hot heart bustling
here cause my wife
messing at the girl I'd like to get a chance
and yes I have a taste for some skins
slick daddy down six pack of safety
I like to keep in mind I entered her safely
In, out and away we go
Hidey hidey ho as I ride this
Ohhhhh
What this feeling is I really don't know
Before it gets worse I think I better go
I'm dreaming of you while I'm looking at you
I really don't think that's a good thing to do
You got me singing those oh ee blues
I get a kick out of you
I wore the jimmy hat
To make sure I'm strapped
Cause you know I'm not going out like that
Getting with ya and I barely even know ya
One might say I'm nothing but a ho, huh？
But I know this, one simple kiss
Could blow me away and I don't want that
Now I'm faced on your love at first sight
But this ain't going to be a dog eat dog night
Take away my life for just getting laid？
While, I'd rather stay young and keep getting paid
Took me to her crib and when we got there
Now I'm saying to myself Oh Lord ya
I looked her in her face
And then she looked me in mine
And I was feeling kinda horny, she was looking fine
I said baby doll, I want to get close to you
Because that's what a man is supposed to do
And I be hugging and squeezing and holding you
You know why because I get a kick out of you
I getta kick out of you, I get a kick (11X)
3.The Jungle The Brother
{Mike G}
Cope the circumference
To get the duckets
When I touch this deluxe this
NYC's throughout my bloodstream
So when I steam
All I dream is cream
Wrap my seed in jewels
Stay a brother the all means
ACGO the weather
my crazy clique is too clever
You should know to come better
'Cause we taking loss never
Post the notes of exotics
Take you back to the tropics
Cause you led on a tour by the three black prophets
WE ROCK THIS
{Africa}
SLap you wit the mo bat sound track-slap!
JBs is official back on the matt
Got the Mike G
Got the Sammy B
Got the A to the double to the B
Like Earth Wind and Fire
Never will retire
This time around, ya gonna call messiah
On the live wire bouncin like a rubber tire
Ninety seven
Gonna go to heaven and higher
We known throughout the jungle as the Jungle Brothers (x3)
The jungle the jungle the brothers the brothers
{Africa}
We represent the jungle,
{Mike G}
we represent the brothers.
{Africa}
Coming at you live
{Mike G}
like New York Undercover.
{Africa}
Lightweight styles
{Mike G}
Will only get smothered
{Africa}
It be like that where I come from, my brother
Streets filled with heat
These blocks are hot seat
Ghetto warriors with skills to compete.
Lift you off your feet
Paint you with the feet
Give you something new every time that we meet.
I'm on the front pages
Blastin in your faces
Straight up jungle funk
Is what we use to lace this
we jungle we jungle we brothers we brothers
{Mike G}
Brothers maintain
No joke with the focus
Pop up on your ass presto hocus pocus
Crush all that bogus
Put your style unnoticed
Believe what you heard 'cause you know that I want this
Flow over tracks like boats on water
Have ya walk the plank if ya get out of order
Gotcha, caughtcha sweeping up the street
Check out what I boughtcha - a batch of new beats.
Excites your crowd at the Madison Square
Garden we keep ya head bobbin'
Make ya act retarded when ya see the JBs is on the set
You get more than what you bargained for
Your listening pleasure
So come out with that loot and buy my record at the store.
The jungle, the brothers
The jungle, the jungle, the brothers, the brothers (x 11)
We jungle, we jungle, we brothers, we brothers
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