Jungle

Pain from a rap cat, man, you didn't know that
 3 a.m., man, we bumping Bobby Womack
 My homie keep all his bullets hollow
 That's why I smell like Salvatori Faragomo with the diamond sparrow
 A rap cat with the boss apparel
 I put my rhymes on your block, then I run it just like little Darrell
 Money and dope, man, don't come for free
 Man, I don't have no competition, ho, all I got is enemies
 I turn around like a tornado, rock it like a baby cradle
 Call me Doctor J if you a baller and it's getting fatal
 I make MCs do angel dust
 Take 'em to the Bay Bridge, make 'em strip, tell 'em jump
 I don't know why I get high
 I'm so in love with money, I keep spending 'til it runs dry
 Hot like a kettle, when the pedal hits the metal
 Pinocchio you know son is Jepetio, hello
 Deep-fried just like Friday fish
 A lot a hot sauce, now we got it popping in this bitch
 Yeah, in anything I do I put my everything
 Always feeling deep inside just like Mary J
 Ha, I'm never panicking, I'm bored stiff as a mannequin
 Grew up fast just like Anakin
 Baby, it's gullible, it's Alice in Wonderland
 All the excuses in the world, I can't understand
 'Cause I'm a man of these times, the man to get high
 Blow big, but my gross is family time
 Ain't no way to intervene in my industry
 Moving quicker then a centipede on enemies
 One-of-a-kind, once in a lifetime rhymes is written
 It goes on, as long as time commences
 Shit, it's like a jungle sometimes
 It makes me wonder how I keep from going under
 When they hit me with the thunder and lightning
 It's trifling, enlightening, and frightening
 Some might think that it's even exciting
 I'm like a Harley-Davidson motorcycle, born to ride
 With the force that the courts call the last Jedi
 I'm like a veteran, off Excedrin's
 'Cause I be getting headaches from these Lettermans
 I asked this little freak about my rap style
 She said, "It's so damn dope, they might take you to trial"
 I hit the weed like I'm kamikaze next to the cosmos
 Chopping up shit, yeah, with Quipto and Vago
 Raps like a Tommy gun, watch how the body run
 Raps from the Tommy gun will make anybody run
 I'm 'bout to go in like a movie, but no stunt double so parachute me
 But somehow I feel I survived on a fluky
 I have to hit the scene, livin' out my dreams
 Then I said I was sorry to DJs and MCs
 Complete to everyone who kept their ear to the street
 Then my homie came through with the Al Capone Suite
 Got twice as deep, don't forget, you know how low they get
 Intimidating, so I pose a threat
 Coming like a slider, right by ya
 Known to drop a rhyme in on time, and prescribing accurate alignment
 The center of attention, we'll bend a agenda
 To enter this rap game, the number one contender
 The outta sight, and dope lyrical white, and watchin' tricks fightin'
 Hyping up the crowd late night, and watching Tennessee Titans
 Everybody just loving because we like and
 I strike in first-class light fast, just like lightning
 I force my rhymes in your veins like hot shot of heroin
 You'll got cold turkey trying to work me
 It's like a padlock, when you in the headlock
 Six in the morning and you didn't hear the Feds knock
 It's like a jungle sometimes
 It makes me wonder how I keep from going under
 When they hit me with the thunder and lightning
 It's trifling, enlightening, and frightening
 Some might think that it's even exciting
 I'm consistent, adding all statistics
 Why don't we cover the spread like the bitch never existed
 Phonographic rotate the plastic spinning
 Living like I'm knowing it's gonna be a drastic ending
 Playing classics, meditating these tactics to overcome
 The show is done, anticipating to roll a blunt
 Baby, getting anxious, hitting and I can't miss the focal point
 When locals say, "He ain't shit"
 Man, it's Equipto, put it all down for my homies
 And rolling my weed right next to the police
 Nothing but love for all my homeboys hustling drugs
 Up in your program fucking it up
 I'm in the fast lane, the cash lane, some think it's a bad thing
 Hitting 'em off with the see and H pure cane
 I get stuck in your membrane
 I'm like a pimp at a party when you say look at them rings
 I use a Motorola, the mood is baking soda
 Whether it's in Denver, man, Houston, man, or North Dakota
 With no apology, tech-tech-tech technology
 Some brother dissin' me, or even thinkin' he
 I got the soul and the spirit of the wrath of Kahn
 Kick back and write just like the Holy Quran
 It's like a jungle sometimes
 It makes me wonder how I keep from going under
 When they hit me with the thunder and lightning
 It's trifling, enlightening, and frightening
 Some might think that it's even exciting
 It's like a jungle sometimes
 It makes me wonder how I keep from going under
 When they hit me with the thunder and lightning
 It's trifling, enlightening, and frightening
 Some might think that it's even exciting