Concrete Jungle Sunz of Man (Ft. Timbo King)

[Intro: Prodigal Sunn]
Ladies and gentlemen, Sunz of Man
Uh, jungle of concrete
Yo, yo

[Chorus: Prodigal Sunn]
In the jungle, we got to rumble with the weak
Ain't nothing sweet, we got to eat
In the jungle, yo, we rumble with the weak
Ain't nothing sweet, we got to eat
In the jungle, yo, we rumble with the beast
Ain't nothing sweet, we got to eat
In the jungle, yo, we rumble with the beast
Ain't nothing sweet, we got to eat

[Verse 1: Timbo King + Prodigal Sunn]
Yo, we come from starving days, running up in Dr. Js
Rockaway sold the mega trades, digging pocket days
Yo, the AIDS wasn't in, cornbraids all trim
Army suits snatching Timbs, using friends snatching gems
I spent a lifetime of doing crime, hustling dimes, guzzling wine
Smuggling wives, one of a kind
Under the sunshine, moving as one mind, the genuine
Star child, Allah's style, many say they rob us wild
When I eliminate the foul, prowl
Upon the weekend of the sweet, I got to eat, generate with the heat demolishing beats, collecting sheets, war with beast
Islamic warrior living in mass hysteria
The bomb shell of America swell competitors
Exquisite lyrics from the editor, realistic predator
The rhyme might of Crime Heights
My rhymes ignite, MCs reputation blown out of sight
On the mic device, my crew get nice, shoot dice
Doing calisthenics, young diplomatics with automatics
Stay Asiatic, fuck a fanatic, I split his attic
You don't want no static, I make you carrots for the rabbits