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, I`m a sure shot shooter and I`m the big shot
The big shot, yes the biggest, and I know I`m hot
Say I`m the baddest, just the baddest and I`m on the top
Sucker MC`s try to stop me, but I won`t 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 I`m hard to chase
I`m the ace in the place kickin` rhymes in your face
I`m outright, oustanding, outrageous, I`m smokin
Never play on the mic, no jivin`, no jokin
Not a double-talker, so I don`t double-talk
Ladies clock, finger-pop to the rhythm of a hawk
But I ignore the temptation, avoid the sensation
Reputation`s at stake, but I won`t 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 I`m so cool
As I ridicule the rule and fool the fool
Ignite the party, excite the crowd
I`ll make the quietest person wanna go and get loud
I`ll make the hot get hotter when I start to rap
And my reward for goin` off is to hear people clap
I`m a monster for music, and my means are to move
Guys and gals`ll get gray when it`s time to groove
I`m a sexy sucker, but the mind is sane
Having nothing to lose but only goals to gain
By my side, I`m supplied with the best of the best
Sammy B and Shazam which means there`s no contest
Afrika:
Well, I`m 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, I`m 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 I`m strong like a horse and loud like thunder
You mess with me, you`ll be 60 feet under
In a jungle with a force, on a straight-forward course
And if you don`t join the jungle, you should feel remorse
Break
Afrika:
Ah yeah
Yes yes y`all and you don`t 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 can`t 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 can`t judge a book by it`s cover
If you listen, you will learn from a jungle brother
Like that y`all, and you don`t stop
You keep on to the early morn
Hey yo, I`m outta here
