Deep In The Jungle Lyrics - Blackalicious

(Gift of Gab) 

And I come like this 

(scratched) 

I've got a few things I wanna say 

(Gift of Gab) 

I'm gunnin', ya runnin away, do not stay 

'cause the wrath of the gift will be hittin' ya spliff 

And a lot of the crews got sprayed and yelled RAID 

Like a couple of roaches, as struggle approaches, 

a brother'll blow this 

Another ferocious jam, I smother the ?grossagran? 

I hover above the land of lame emcees that dont blow 

I'm poppin' the clip and then bo bo with the gun 

And a once in a munch chest, rest in peace 

And I ?bellow you to beast? I abolish emcees with sounds like these 

Run over enemies and I rest in the west 

Dark hemisphere, burn wit a fear is nothin but a mere setback 

Hear when I'm here, 

earn wit a clear conscience in the middle of the jet black 

I'm a dog, running through the jungle 

wit a hoodie and black hat choppin down ?noonsies? 

Not a frog, cunning yet I'm humble 

gotta do the jewels tack wack talkin clowns 

Tip me, I'ma knock 'em all around, bust a front 

With a fat blunt swinging on a vine in the homeland 

I'ma tack 'em in the sound little punks when the rap bump 

Springin on the rhyme I bowl man 

Gifted when I'm lifted off a spliff hit, 

reminisce shit, riff with dipshits 

This shit is the mischievous style of the gifted, 

I'm a whiz kid, get a whiff kid 

Swingin' down low, breakin' down flows 

with a new flow medley outgrow when you step back 

To the black with a fat rap with a fat sack 

with a little bit a funk in my napsack 

Take it back to the brother land 

and I was smotherin' stupid idiots like Tarzan 

Givin' back to the brother man and get another land, 

man gimme it, its Or-land-o 

How easy and tight wishin' into the depths 

up in the sound in the heart of the jungle 

Gettin' wild with the art of the rumble, 

never amount to be smarter than Dumbo 

Make 'em mumble, make 'em humble, 

Get me round from the start, you will crumble, 

and you tumble, and you stumble 

And I do it like that 

From the end to the other end never gonna end, 

set a trend with the maniac mic clutch 

Hey ?bob by the ba?, said you keep your day job 

my competitors never know the right touch 

Have to bail through the backstreets, raisin' hell to a black beat 

Rappers fail to attack me, like a sail with the slack g 

I attack 'em like acne, exactly UGH 

(spoken) 

Mindless cretins grow through idiosynchrosy 

Peels up, rising up, down 

(Lateef) 

Steppin' up through the deep, dank murkiness 

No telling what is lurking 

I hero it, but will I sense a jerkin 

I proceed to bust a buster 

'cause I trust the finer design in the mind of the rhyme 

Just about impossible to find 

What a disgrace to the race of wack mc's 

I am because I choose to stand my ground 

FIRM and blowin' the rhythm the vermin and learnin' 

All I know is we've earned every entry attained 

And strained the game, and what I'm tryin' to explain is that 

The deeper we're creepin' the more we find sleepin' 

And slippin' just shootin' dead lips on a mission 

Its missin' the reason the gift we've been given the rhythm 

'cause that just the way we've been livin 

And thrive in the essence, survive and its easy 

To recognize when analyzing ?the bo? 

Surprises the lame in this line and tryin' 

To get you to buy into their fantasy world 

Can it be damaged the ?emina? bones 

of the fellas and men thats exploting my culture 

Can't understand every breast that you touch 

was as up ?paper scun? be one hung motherfucker 

Such as nowadays, its fallin' and splinterin', just timber, instead of 

Gettin out of my way, and what I'm -- meaning to say is that 

The canopy that covers me now is the blackest, attack this 

I thought we already established the wackness 

Presented in the cemented jungle 

by the bumblin' brothers stumblin' tumblin' down 

Surround me in a cannibalistic style, but I just smile and 

Silence 'em like the lambs, they all the whole flock 

We just one magic stock style 

I'm gettin' 'em off like crack viles, and wicked the whole fuckin while 

Not trippin over no vines, or over no swine, or over no mines 

Or over no line at the plot 

Thinkin' of whippin' 'em like a glock in the jungle 

(spoken) 

Now in the beginning of the journey 

Not in time, but in the mind 

Imagine the camels being loaded up 

The men, loading themselves up 

It's a long journey -- the oasis is all in the clamor 

As we start from the top we go to the very bottom 

Of a myserious place -- a very mysterious place 

What's that I see? Ahhhh 

(Lyrics Born) 

I can't even describe you, so I ain't even gon' try...hmmmm 

Making hell of mc Asia is now this I dont dispute but you knew 

You knew Lyrics Born was a ripped off note sheet of a hundred 

And you scrape the paint off your bumpers making sure you beat the buzzer 

Making sure Lyrics Born came out his mother's stomach 

covered with the lyrics that kill 

No bumper, right? 'cause mo'fucka 

I know you can make colors rhyme 

And have the whole goddamn planet yellin uncle at you and even 

Still take the time big up little ?egg?, can you imagine? 

Big up Asia Born, this little bottle 

Or that you would even be lightly concerned with little, little words 

That you would tug at the line, pullin' the kind 

Of lyrics out my mouth that make me big bad don, takin' kids' legs home 

You can't even back a sliver roach, you know 

That type shit, and then watch me wreck this stage 

Boy like I got your daddy's style hangin' around my waist 

And then watch me forget -- the way 

Good lyrics taste, thinkin' I just ain't little rabbit eyes in your heart 

Man, 'cause if I thought it was just 

Lyrics Born that made lyrics born, lyrics born 

And then suddenly I can't do no more, I'd be like 

"Do you remember me?" No, Asia 

And you used to play my record on the way to the vapor