Intro: afrika & mike g      Sammy b is on the cut   Sammy b is on the cut   Sammy b is on the cut   Sammy beeeeeeeeeeeeeee      A: ha hah, one two   G: one two   A: one two   G: how we gonna do this?    A: what we have here...   G: ya   A: is the jungle brothers...   G: yeah   A: on a black piece of wax   G: yeah, my name is mike g   A: uh huh   G: on the mix is sammy b   First in line to kick the rhyme, jungle brother...   A: shazzam   G: yeah   A: one big scratch, here we go      Afrika:      Well, I'm a sure shot shooter and I'm the big shot   The big shot, yes the biggest, and I know I'm hot   Say I'm the baddest, just the baddest and I'm on the top   Sucker mc's try to stop me, but I won't stop   As I adjust and discuss all the rhymes I bust   I leave 'em all in the dust when I start the thrust   They try to catch me on the mic, but I'm hard to chase   I'm the ace in the place kickin' rhymes in your face   I'm outright, oustanding, outrageous, I'm smokin   Never play on the mic, no jivin', no jokin   Not a double-talker, so I don't double-talk   Ladies clock, finger-pop to the rhythm of a hawk   But I ignore the temptation, avoid the sensation   Reputation's at stake, but I won't break   I just chill, ill, let loose all my skill   I make a list of all the ladies that my skill will thrill      Mike g:      Now, my tasty technique tantalises your taste   As my rhymes rock and roll right through this place   I never fade away for forfeit or fess   And my beat is a beat bound to be best   Clowns craze and chase me 'cause I'm so cool   As I ridicule the rule and fool the fool   Ignite the party, excite the crowd   I'll make the quietest person wanna go and get loud   I'll make the hot get hotter when I start to rap   And my reward for goin' off is to hear people clap   I'm a monster for music, and my means are to move   Guys and gals'll get gray when it's time to groove   I'm a sexy sucker, but the mind is sane   Having nothing to lose but only goals to gain   By my side, I'm supplied with the best of the best   Sammy b and shazam which means there's no contest      Afrika:      Well, I'm an mc debator, rhyme regulator   Cool creator, rapper, not a raper   A damn good fighter, party highlighter   Lady exciter, writer, not a biter   Suckers lookin' to me, say, "what you think they see? "   They see a fresh, fantastic, fly, funky mc   They try to study my style, use and abuse it for a while   'til I take 'em to court and have 'em put on trial   I let mike g judge 'em, put 'em on the case   Sammy b, you be my lawyer to put 'em to disgrace   You see, I never have to worry, 'cause they both got my back   Sammy b for the fader, mike g for the rap      Mike g:      The more suckers I burn, the better suckers will learn   That mike g is takin' his turn to earn   Havin' the time, the rhyme, I'm gonna get mine   And it pushes the thought of suckers further out of my mind   'cause as I rhyme to my peep, suckers smoke the cheap   And butlers take down my orders from the words that I speak   Because I'm strong like a horse and loud like thunder   You mess with me, you'll be 60 feet under   In a jungle with a force, on a straight-forward course   And if you don't join the jungle, you should feel remorse      Break      Afrika:      Ah yeah   Yes yes y'all and you don't stop   You keep on to the break of dawn   You keep on to the break of dawn   You gotta be on time when you bust your rhyme   And you can't be wack when you rap the rap   You gotta get on the mic and do your best   For the people in the north, south, east and west   Like you can't judge a book by it's cover   If you listen, you will learn from a jungle brother   Like that y'all, and you don't stop   You keep on to the early morn   Hey yo, I'm outta here