Jungle Brothers

[Intro: Afrika & Mike G]
Sammy B is on the cut
Sammy B is on the cut
Sammy B is on the cut
Sammy Beeeeeeeeeeeeeee
[A:] Ha hah, one two
[G:] One two
[A:] One two
[G:] How we gonna do this?
[A:] What we have here...
[G:] Ya
[A:] Is the Jungle Brothers...
[G:] Yeah
[A:] On a black piece of wax
[G:] Yeah, my name is Mike G
[A:] Uh huh
[G:] On the mix is Sammy B
First in line to kick the rhyme, Jungle Brother...
[A:] Shazzam
[G:] Yeah
[A:] One big scratch, here we go
[Afrika:]
Well, Im a sure shot shooter and Im the big shot
The big shot, yes the biggest, and I know Im hot
Say Im the baddest, just the baddest and Im on the top
Sucker MCs try to stop me, but I wont stop
As I adjust and discuss all the rhymes I bust
I leave em all in the dust when I start the thrust
They try to catch me on the mic, but Im hard to chase
Im the ace in the place kickin rhymes in your face
Im outright, oustanding, outrageous, Im smokin
Never play on the mic, no jivin, no jokin
Not a double-talker, so I dont double-talk
Ladies clock, finger-pop to the rhythm of a hawk
But I ignore the temptation, avoid the sensation
Reputations at stake, but I wont break
I just chill, ill, let loose all my skill
I make a list of all the ladies that my skill will thrill
[Mike G:]
Now, my tasty technique tantalises your taste
As my rhymes rock and roll right through this place
I never fade away for forfeit or fess
And my beat is a beat bound to be best
Clowns craze and chase me cause Im so cool
As I ridicule the rule and fool the fool
Ignite the party, excite the crowd
Ill make the quietest person wanna go and get loud
Ill make the hot get hotter when I start to rap
And my reward for goin off is to hear people clap
Im a monster for music, and my means are to move
Guys and galsll get gray when its time to groove
Im a sexy sucker, but the mind is sane
Having nothing to lose but only goals to gain
By my side, Im supplied with the best of the best
Sammy B and Shazam which means theres no contest
[Afrika:]
Well, Im an MC debator, rhyme regulator
Cool creator, rapper, not a raper
A damn good fighter, party highlighter
Lady exciter, writer, not a biter
Suckers lookin to me, say, "What you think they see?"
They see a fresh, fantastic, fly, funky MC
They try to study my style, use and abuse it for a while
Til I take em to court and have em put on trial
I let Mike G judge em, put em on the case
Sammy B, you be my lawyer to put em to disgrace
You see, I never have to worry, cause they both got my back
Sammy B for the fader, Mike G for the rap
[Mike G:]
The more suckers I burn, the better suckers will learn
That Mike G is takin his turn to earn
Havin the time, the rhyme, Im gonna get mine
And it pushes the thought of suckers further out of my mind
Cause as I rhyme to my peep, suckers smoke the cheap
And butlers take down my orders from the words that I speak
Because Im strong like a horse and loud like thunder
You mess with me, youll be 60 feet under
In a jungle with a force, on a straight-forward course
And if you dont join the jungle, you should feel remorse
[Break]
[Afrika:]
Ah yeah
Yes yes yall and you dont stop
You keep on to the break of dawn
You keep on to the break of dawn
You gotta be on time when you bust your rhyme
And you cant be wack when you rap the rap
You gotta get on the mic and do your best
For the people in the north, south, east and west
Like you cant judge a book by its cover
If you listen, you will learn from a jungle brother
Like that yall, and you dont stop
You keep on to the early morn
Hey yo, Im outta here
[ Braggin & Boastin Lyrics ]