Jungle Brothers

Educated man, from the motherland
You see, they call me a star but that's not what I am
I'm a jungle brother, a true, blue brother
And I've been to many places you'll never discover
Step to my side, suckers run and hide
Africa's in the house, they get petrified
You wanna know why, I'll tell you why
Because they can't stand the soght of the jungle eye
They never fight or fuss, they never curse or cuss
They just stand on the side and stare at us
They get out of line, I put 'em on a vine
And give 'em one big push for all mankind
There ain't nuttin to it, I just go head and do it
And lay down the jungle sound and run right through it
And when I'm on the mic, I never stutter or stumble
'Cause I'm a Jungle Brother, straight out the jungle
Cool and quiet, but quick to start up a riot
I write the rhyme, bums assist to bite it
I wear no gold around my neck just black medallions
And sold the home of true black stallions
I don't care for fair 'cause fair-fair's meat
Out of 10 ways of dying, the first might cheat
I'm harder than the hardest, hardest, hard can get
Africa and I, while Sammy B's on the set
I kick the rhyme to the girl and she became my pet
I lend some sucker some juice and now he's in debt