Hail

Welcome to the jungle King of this shit, royal blood, welcome to the rumble Every man for himself, Koko B Ware, in the square ya na Inside the square circle cuz, curb your trust If I kill us and rob us and serve us up Snakes in the grass, give the turf a cut Can't befriend then burgle us Killing these bills, Uma Thurman'd up Getting that belly like Sherman Klump Show's over when the curtains shut But mines are blinds and I'm turning up Who are ya? Bet you heard of us Big mic man like merciless They say grime's not popping like it was back then Rap's not honest like it was back then When I get gassed in the booth like this Niggas go bonkers like it was MAC-10 Roll Jack Jones if it ain't mandem And again and again Roll Jack Jones if it ain't mandem Don't make money but it does make sense Karmas of arsonist Light up a dance like bars when there's sparklers Out in Marms with an army of Dahms with us Your clique, one bars, holy demorian I be in muggas stool still they're going yard ya na Rolling the rustlers, holy bivariate Then I be back in East with the Gs That ain't no gangsters, mate, that's the guv'nors Sweet geez, ark at him Cotching on Ermine Road where the barber's is With a whole leap of man, yeah 'nough of us You know them man that draw knife in an argument That shamone, you're a man like it's nothing then Come and round up the sticks like carpenters You wanna squash that beef but it's started Man’s at your door like “Would ya like to buy a carpet?” Stick to the script Real educated ignorant shit Dom Perignon just to binge on the shit Yo, if it bubbles, put your finger in it White chicks fling G-strings when I spit Blacker days, would've got lynched for this shit Would've got whipped for this shit Now I push a German Whip on a bitch Now everybody wanna get Jigga rich quick Want it handed to them likkle privileged kids Hands in the cookie jar, ripping off riffs I guess that's taking the flipping biscuit Stealing a living with your sticky fingers Crossing that pond and fishing for hits We both gain from a little influence But how comes nobody credits us Brits? This ain't no RP cup of tea music It's real east end theme music No, I don't know the Queen But that bitch stays in my jean pocket No dub stepping on my toes Don't fuck with my drum and bass Shuffling to some council house But it gets grimy in these raves I've had dub plates on acetate Dun know Kano was here Used to shop in catalogs, now my catalog'll Give these soundboys diarrhea Smash all of your CD rack Won't get none of your CDs back Smash all of your CD rack Won't get none of your CDs back Clear all of your CD rack Won't get none of your CDs back Smash all of your CD rack Won't get none of your CDs back Welcome to the jungle King of this shit, royal blood, welcome to the rumble Every man for himself, Koko B Ware, in the square ya na Inside the square circle cuz, curb your trust If I kill us and rob us and serve us up