Jethro - JUNGLE Lyrics

Yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah
Uh
Yeah, uh huh
Fuck you hoe, I don't feel pain anymore
Take that pain zone, make it your own, yeah
Take that pain zone, make it your own, uh huh
Take that pain zone, make it your own
It's your thing, nobody can take your throne

Word from the conqueror, binoculars out
'Cause everything you want is just mucking about
Waiting for you to come and scoop it up, shovel the grout
There's gold buried low in the concrete jungle, so don't lout
Worship your trade, master the blade in what you do
Fuck what raised you up and all what you're used to
2 times, fuck it all, forget that shit happened
Turn around, count to 10, the real you has stopped nappin'
Now you've got no kingdom to trade, you need a horse
Richard the 3rd shit, before insanity and brute force
But you
Need to rise up and take some new ground
You see a used up blood stained sword and go to town
Every new possible opposing postulator
Gets eaten alive, in his jaws, a starving gator and
Soon he sees prophecies filled, now is later
Everything he realized, real and self catered
But, he's the type of man that belongs in a ward
With a mic and a cord, to hold your head with a sword
Word from Malik, he really is self proclaimed and lame
So he shall be floored when the claps applaud
Took the crown fronting for good, he's a fraud
When evil spoke he always gave
The submissive head nod, yeah
A disgusting human being
But nah actually when you get to know him he's a pretty cool guy

Baby it's a jungle, a concrete jungle
Find the gold, make your pockets go
Jingle, Jangle, Jungle
Baby it's a jungle, a concrete jungle
Find the gold, make your pockets go
Jingle, Jangle, Jungle, bitch