Deep in the Jungle Blackalicious (Ft. Latyrx)
"Deep in the Jungle" by Blackalicious (Ft. Latyrx) is a #HipHop track from 1999. The song explores themes of self-discovery, resilience, and the complexity of urban life. Its intricate wordplay and rhythmic flow showcase lyrical prowess, while the vibrant beats reflect a fusion of funk and jazz influences. The track emphasizes community and cultural identity, contributing to the underground hip-hop movement.
[Intro: Gift of Gab]
And I come like this
[Scratched]
I've got a few things I wanna say
[Verse 1: Gift of Gab]
I'm gunnin', ya runnin away, do not stay
Cuz 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 flow this
Another ferocious jam, I smother the grosser gram
I hover above the land of lame emcees that don't blow
I'm poppin' the clip and then bo-bo with the gun
And a once in a munch chest, rest in peace
In the belly of the beast I abolish emcees with sounds like these
Run over enemies and I rest in the west
Dark hemisphere, burn with a fear is nothing 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 MCs
Not a frog, cunning yet I'm humble
Gotta do the jewels tack wack talkin clowns
Tip me, I'mma knock 'em all around, bust a front
With a fat blunt swinging on a vine in the homeland
I'm attack 'em in the sound little punks when the rap bump
Springing on the rhyme I bowl man
Gifted when I'm lifted off a spliff hit
Reminisce shit, riff with dipshits
This shit is a misfit style of the gifted
I'm a whiz kid, get a whiff kid
Swingin' down low, breakin' down flows
With a new flow mentally outgrow when you step back
To the black with a fat rap with a fat sack
With a little bit a crunk in my knapsack
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, it's Or-land-o
Calrissian 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
I'mma do it like that
From the end to the other end never gonna end
Set a trend with the maniac mic clutch
Hey ba-bada-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
And I come like this
[Scratched]
I've got a few things I wanna say
[Verse 1: Gift of Gab]
I'm gunnin', ya runnin away, do not stay
Cuz 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 flow this
Another ferocious jam, I smother the grosser gram
I hover above the land of lame emcees that don't blow
I'm poppin' the clip and then bo-bo with the gun
And a once in a munch chest, rest in peace
In the belly of the beast I abolish emcees with sounds like these
Run over enemies and I rest in the west
Dark hemisphere, burn with a fear is nothing 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 MCs
Not a frog, cunning yet I'm humble
Gotta do the jewels tack wack talkin clowns
Tip me, I'mma knock 'em all around, bust a front
With a fat blunt swinging on a vine in the homeland
I'm attack 'em in the sound little punks when the rap bump
Springing on the rhyme I bowl man
Gifted when I'm lifted off a spliff hit
Reminisce shit, riff with dipshits
This shit is a misfit style of the gifted
I'm a whiz kid, get a whiff kid
Swingin' down low, breakin' down flows
With a new flow mentally outgrow when you step back
To the black with a fat rap with a fat sack
With a little bit a crunk in my knapsack
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, it's Or-land-o
Calrissian 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
I'mma do it like that
From the end to the other end never gonna end
Set a trend with the maniac mic clutch
Hey ba-bada-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
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