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It started on the sands of land of the mother
Word to mother, king like my father
My style survived slave ships, whips and chains, hardships
Still through all this the praise roll off my lips

Bring your guns, chains and tone force your religion
On me cut my hair, the vibes still exist
To destroy the molesters of my heritage
But they conceal the drums of evil, my loyal lineage

King of kings, God of gods
Like my ancestors drums I beat the odds
More mics killed than slaves during the middle passages
Who rapes and ravages and calls us savage?

Jungle bunny, I'm not mo' funny, I'm mo' deadly
They know one day we'll learn how to use it
That's why they fear our jungle music
(In the J U N G L E)

We went from pyramids to the ghetto
Still my sounds make devils tumble like the walls of Jericho
Chant my paower to devour all the snakes and rats
Extrasensory perception to avoid all traps

Make a joyful noise unto the Lord
In the sancuary of your caves white kids press record
As my mystic music spread from sea to galaxy
It's inevitable, you can't stop me

Try to carbon copy, but it always comes out sloppy
You can't outrap me, you can't outrock me
Like the dreads on my head, you try and lock me
Down underground, but I bounce to the jungle

Melodies, that flows like the breeze
Through the trees, like my forefathers
Command the wind and seas
With my jungle music

Unga, bunga, binga
Sound warrior, I'll take your head more than a rap singer
Enlightener, with the mitre
Make the forces of my nature smite ya

Over the airwaves, powers are released
Holy music destroy the savage beast
I'll beat the devil like a Niyabini drummer
Beasts his drum, this beat will drum through the summer

Try to hold us back with all the strength you can muster
You'll hear a sound similar to the one Custer
Heard before he got ambushed, you'll get ambushed

For taking this back to Kush
For too long you've abused it
On the low used it, and called it jungle music
It started on the sands of land of the mother   Word to mother, king like my father   My style survived slave ships, whips and chains, hardships   Still through all this the praise roll off my lips      Bring your guns, chains and tone force your religion   On me cut my hair, the vibes still exist   To destroy the molesters of my heritage   But they conceal the drums of evil, my loyal lineage      King of kings, God of gods   Like my ancestors drums I beat the odds   More mics killed than slaves during the middle passages   Who rapes and ravages and calls us savage?      Jungle bunny, I'm not mo' funny, I'm mo' deadly   They know one day we'll learn how to use it   That's why they fear our jungle music   (In the J U N G L E)      We went from pyramids to the ghetto   Still my sounds make devils tumble like the walls of Jericho   Chant my paower to devour all the snakes and rats   Extrasensory perception to avoid all traps      Make a joyful noise unto the Lord   In the sancuary of your caves white kids press record   As my mystic music spread from sea to galaxy   It's inevitable, you can't stop me      Try to carbon copy, but it always comes out sloppy   You can't outrap me, you can't outrock me   Like the dreads on my head, you try and lock me   Down underground, but I bounce to the jungle      Melodies, that flows like the breeze   Through the trees, like my forefathers   Command the wind and seas   With my jungle music      Unga, bunga, binga   Sound warrior, I'll take your head more than a rap singer   Enlightener, with the mitre   Make the forces of my nature smite ya      Over the airwaves, powers are released   Holy music destroy the savage beast   I'll beat the devil like a Niyabini drummer   Beasts his drum, this beat will drum through the summer      Try to hold us back with all the strength you can muster   You'll hear a sound similar to the one Custer   Heard before he got ambushed, you'll get ambushed      For taking this back to Kush   For too long you've abused it   On the low used it, and called it jungle music