Backed by the Baby Bam Beat, the rare groove
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Jungle Bros. no competition and nothin' to prove
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Want me to be on your family tree
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But you're all about yourself which won't
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allow me to be
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You see I'm the kind of brother that gets up
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on the stage
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To get down for the people that came and paid
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I throw on my uniform, but not to get pretty
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Show no shame, feel no pity
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You all showed up and I'm glad you came
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Still the same person everything's the same
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Once again I show towards you all due respect
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But my main concern for now is keepin' things
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in check
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Hands in the air and everybody will sing
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As they hang on the my rhythm like the
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Beeds On My String
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Recess
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My soul sings a FUNK-E song, as the beat
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goes on and on
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Another day gone and still learnin' my right
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from wrong
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The party's gettin' packed as I turn up the
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BASS more
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The meter's goin' crazy up and down like a
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see saw
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Takin' off my crown, to give my lo, lo, lo, locks
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a breathe
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I wanna stop myself but I still got some
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rhyme left
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Uncle Sam breaks it down as everybody
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shakes the butt
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Brothers gettin' happy lettin' out the longin' nutt
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Hands in the air and everybody will sing
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As they cling on the rhythm like the BEEDS
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on my STRING
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Recess
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You know what...
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Sisters on the side sayin' get on get on
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Brothers everywhere sayin' JUMP ON IT!
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Can't get enough of what I'm doin' here
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Well the picture is painted the message is clear
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Here, the Beeds are the People the String
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is the Vibe
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The Vibe is what mentally connects the tribe
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Once you get on it you can't get off it
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You fall off beat well baby doll you lost it
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Maybe next week of even the next beat
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Makes ya feel at home beats up against ya dome
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Find ya self inside an AfriKan syndrome
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Found ya culture brother I told ya
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Black is Beautiful Money is Powerful
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You was afraid that's why you stayed away
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The true blue brothers they followed me anyway
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I gave 'em alternative found a new way ta {sic} live
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Somethin' that's positive which I thought was
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good to give
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A whole lot of tribes of us feelin' the vibes
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from us
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Everybody's down nobody's ridin' us
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Hands in the air and everybody will sing
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As they hang on to my rhythm like the Beeds
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on my String
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Now everybody pump your first as we proceed
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to leave this place
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Step into a zone where there's no mind for
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color face
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Children are the future so let them lead the way
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Carry our nation into a brighter and better day
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Evil will be broken by Allah in due time
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We will soon find out what is matter and
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what is mind
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Now hands in the air and together we sing
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As we the pretty colors of the BEEDS on
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the STRING...
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Beeds On A String
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Jungle Brothers |