The Jungle Oscar O'Neill

[Produced by Oscar O'Neill]

[Queens Bound, A Express]
This is...West 4 Street, Washington Square

Verse 1:
Yeah, niggas don't belong in my category
Leader of the Empire State, self-explanatory
Top 5, nigga...upper echelon
Heavy metal like a motherfucking decepticon
Minus the weapons charge
Niggas is slow to develop, they're prepubescent, dog
Red dot sight just to line out who I'm flexing on
Nowadays that just seems like regular protocol
Lyrical missiles to the dome that’ll dethrone the imcumbent
Guts everywhere, body dysfunction
Surgical sponges, registered nurses in abundance
Leading the new school, follow instructions
No interruptions
Don't be so quick to spit that sidewalk talk
Because perpetrators get outlined in that sidewalk chalk, nigga
Nod your head to the beat of the drum
I always speak what's on my mind, never holding my tongue
What's up?

Chorus:
Yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop
To the beat, y'all, and you don't stop
Yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop
1-2, y'all, and you don't stop
Yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop
Main frame know they gotta be the sure shot
Yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop
Check it on, check the mm-mm mm, bust it