JUNGLEZ (feat. Jab $teelow)
(I'm so dramatic when I'm acting in my action
Got a passion in galactic acrobatics
In a battle kicking Patrick, pick a tactic
Hit the status with a graphic
Mixing classics in an attic
Like a Maverick out in traffic, no mechanic)
Hang on
I'm so dramatic when I'm acting in my action
Got a passion in galactic acrobatics
In a battle kicking Patrick, pick a tactic
Hit the status with a graphic
Mixing classics in an attic
Like a Maverick out in traffic
No mechanic, more metallic, metal, plastic
Met a hispanic in Atlantic
(Can I, can I, can I, can I)
She a fanatic
She mad when I leave, sack in my jeans
Sneeze & I dab in the sleeve
Cognac in my spleen
Pack of the green & some lean
Match at Millennium Bean
App on the screen
Trapping, the trap house is clean
Back out & park on the street
Tag if you're part of the team
Art & my woes intervene
Back off the shit, mad off a bitch
Black out with Kemo & stitch
Cat on the string, pack out the seats
Capping, my hat is the league
Spitting a flow, jig on these hoes
Skip & I hit then I go, I dicked her today
Shit, what to say, she fixed me a plate
Ima give you what you're missing, uh
Owl fleeing from the distant, uh
Mild seasoning on the chicken, uh
Vowels, ready Ima switch it, yeah
Vision wishing spell within the tunnel
Fitting fragile fragments in a funnel
Wisdom rattle coming from your uncle
Yeah, that's when I'm moving through the jungle
Sharpen my dagger in the midnight hours
Darkness fills the room, I feel the fate of cowards
Coursing through the coldest steel of stone could polish
Probably take eternity for time to tarnish
My garments starched and ironed head to toe
Ready for war cause one day it’ll show, I promise you
Promising thoughts upon my chronicle are comical
It’s kind of cool to know
Connoisseurs done created a carnivore
Pick a spot and paint a picture on it
Portray whatever's on your mental homie
Depict the pain, you try forgetting on it
Imagery is everything
We can agree the greatest thing is life, right
I wanna go, I wanna go, I wanna go up
I’m on the go, I wanna grow, I’ll never slow up
Watch this Mach 6 scalding hot shit scorch
& char the charts with tracks
Watch this swordsman rap
The conquest of my katana was
Crafted to kill and conquer
My honor was made to suffer
My honor was crafted tougher
These cracker white collar poppers
Won't let me be popping
Partner without no deposit
Mama I just want to fly
Till then I lock down my fortress
Forget the torture torment that's tearing your torso
Can't wait to see orbit
Forfeit ain't for me no folding
Baby I barely do laundry
Launder my earnings the forest
Floor’s be to filled with the corpses