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