[Nas]
Yeah...
It's like a jungle
Makes me wonder...
It's like a jungle
[Olu Dara (throughout)]
Jungle!
[Nas]
Yo, I have to look out
Everywhere I go
I have to turn around
Watch my back, watch my front
That's what it's all about
It's a jungle of the mind
There's a jungle when you hang
Where they bang
The world's so big, yet so small it's one block
Many die mentally before they reach what they wanted
I choose to get blunted
And cruise to One Hundred Twenty Fifth street
Music loud as hell in my Jeep
Eyes meet people, strangers, not thinkin' of danger
Amongst my people
Some I see through
But one guy stares
Maybe he thinks he knows me
Or maybe he's crazy
Killer, baller, dealer
Something he is, he wants to show me
But I'm at this red light
Is it me or is he looking dead right in my face? Heh
As I pull the strap that I keep underneath the seat
Just in time, I was able to fled the scene
And leave him standing there, with his hands in the air
See, my light is green
Harlem to Queens
Triborough Bridge packed with cars, trucks, vans and cabs
They got this new E-ZPass thing
Computer, taking over the cash thing
So as I drive home, I roll my window up
And my endo up in the same motion
See, life is so full of surprises
And as I paid my toll
I drove to see my man
"What up, kid, dunn, brotha? What's the deal?"
He said "everything's easy bro'er man, it's all real"
I said, "But what happened earlier? Why everybody outside?"
He said like
"Blue suits came runnin' through and took 30 brothas for a ride
Yo, right after you left the Ave"
Yo, the same thing that's been going on
Since I was young in the past
Still goes on, how long will it last?
Gotta get strong fast
Out in the jungle, baby
Yeah...
It's like a jungle
Makes me wonder...
It's like a jungle
[Olu Dara (throughout)]
Jungle!
[Nas]
Yo, I have to look out
Everywhere I go
I have to turn around
Watch my back, watch my front
That's what it's all about
It's a jungle of the mind
There's a jungle when you hang
Where they bang
The world's so big, yet so small it's one block
Many die mentally before they reach what they wanted
I choose to get blunted
And cruise to One Hundred Twenty Fifth street
Music loud as hell in my Jeep
Eyes meet people, strangers, not thinkin' of danger
Amongst my people
Some I see through
But one guy stares
Maybe he thinks he knows me
Or maybe he's crazy
Killer, baller, dealer
Something he is, he wants to show me
But I'm at this red light
Is it me or is he looking dead right in my face? Heh
As I pull the strap that I keep underneath the seat
Just in time, I was able to fled the scene
And leave him standing there, with his hands in the air
See, my light is green
Harlem to Queens
Triborough Bridge packed with cars, trucks, vans and cabs
They got this new E-ZPass thing
Computer, taking over the cash thing
So as I drive home, I roll my window up
And my endo up in the same motion
See, life is so full of surprises
And as I paid my toll
I drove to see my man
"What up, kid, dunn, brotha? What's the deal?"
He said "everything's easy bro'er man, it's all real"
I said, "But what happened earlier? Why everybody outside?"
He said like
"Blue suits came runnin' through and took 30 brothas for a ride
Yo, right after you left the Ave"
Yo, the same thing that's been going on
Since I was young in the past
Still goes on, how long will it last?
Gotta get strong fast
Out in the jungle, baby
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