Ladies and gentlemen, Sunz of Man. Uhh, Jungle of Concrete. Yo, yo. . In the jungle, we gotta rumble with the wees. Ain't nothin' sweet, we gotta eat.
The suns of man-sion, has been opened up. The door is open, yeah, yeah. . It's like, beware of bio chips, I share hits. Harder than slave whips like I waited to get tips.