Rumble In The Jungle (feat. Killa Wasp, Solomon Childs & PrevMarco)

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Semi Moto Beatz

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Something that I noticed, the world spinning like Pirelli's in it, be the closest
Circle of trust, feel the rush like I'm brisked up with R.J. Payne's slayin' the
Debonair Writin' like I got the visuals there
Residual fear, my sound spins, puncture your ears
Defendable by no man, so no man do we fear The killer wasp spin, killer tracks, f*ck
stacks I'm tryna rap, put my team up in my pack
You know we all do it just like that

Something that bothers me, why these culture vultures be the cockiest
Y'all stay whippin' that dick right like it ain't obvious
Go ahead, shine it up, I come off chill but my mind grimy as f*ck
You ain't off the hook, that's me on the line, callin' your bluff
If you look off the books, it's me that you find
Hardly enough, orchestratin' wild schemes from behind the scenes
You thought it was, run with it or Killa Wasp when they caught a buzz
You couldn't get this dope even if you caught the bug

We outside, movin' heavily, it's you against the enemy
Don't let the Hennessy give you the illusion that you can walk on water
Cause you can fall in and drown, so establish your ground
We all down to trade pounds, put your best art and pictures on the mound
In other words, if you want success, you can't be fuckin' around
Ghetto life, I swear to God, it feel like jungle life
You got gunpowder on your hands, tryin' to wash it off at the waterfalls
Tryin' to walk quiet so you avoid the bears and jaguars
Rest up to my old dad, that's why I live with the advice from my old dad
Make sure you take every nickel that belong to you, son
This has been brought to you by Solomon Childs and the God O'Gun

Reality hits hard close, every man for themself, f*ck friends,
No bros, no kinfolk, no skin, nothing, nevertheless
Arranged as the curse, never blessed, get jukes out the red light
Or take flight, lose the plot, cold as ice
For all that extra shit, you never suffice
If you insist, boy you know I'll try your life

O'Gun, the show gun, me and S. Childs on the track
Brat, now who fuckin' with that
No one, rep wild, blessed styles to throw one
Projectile and a reptile, blaow, leave em frozen
Sting or be stung, that's my slow gun
Chamber number one, son, I'll flame ya, bang it with my flow
Run, but you can't hide, you better rise with it, then my beret'll slide
Fake thugs take slugs, bug, pesticides

I'm slappin' foes with a hammer like it's whack-a-mole
Rappers, I welcome to the jungle like I'm Astro Rose
They have to know that I'm a cold-blooded rap killer
Old rugged, cat-pillar, pull what you got, mister
The body snatcher, snatchin' bodies like traffickers
So run and tell em I'm bustin' melons like Gallagher
I know you shootin' for the star
But I got the kind of bars that'll turn you up, risin' to the challenge

Complete God, verbal manipulation
Thought-provoke, hypnosis, submission, submission
Opposition, gun-hitter, cat-pussy, love-litter
Judo tools, hit-thrower, attraction
Black as a bitch, forbidden, hexin' opposition
Lord's willin', crumbs for bums
For some reason, you attract more pigeons
Hoes don't get shit, but dick and make diners
New situation, endeavor, overcomin' the dress hours
Tribulation trial, unseekin' Lord's spoon
Benadryl replacements, systematic blood pastels
See me, ground picture paintin', omens cover your mind
Devil cover your eye, the world fakin
You know your love is disguise, yeah

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