Artist: Pharoahe Monch Album: PTSD: Post Traumatic Stress Disorder Song: The Jungle Typed by: en13712n@gmail.com [Pharoahe Monch] Southside, you know we livin' in the jungle Brook-nam, you know we livin' in the jungle See them gorillas over there in the park? Them my niggas After dark, we get sparked up and pull triggers You gotta speak orangutan slang or pull capers The cops are the cheetahs and the trees are the skyscrapers See in the jungle, we often rumble for loot Some of us just stumble around high off the booze, shoot You get shot, shit Play humble like last year when the cheetahs tried to catch my uncle When you come through, you could get bumped too If you don't got at least four to five gorillas amongst you The bigger tree hit 'em shocked and amazed Forty-one shots hot, take you out in the blaze and if not, they ship your ass to the Bronx in a cage Into the island where you spend your time counting the days But still, agriculturally, it's kind of ill, we blow mills They make a killing and build new lands in the jungle Shaolin, you know we livin' in the jungle Chi-town, you know we livin' in the jungle Westside, you know we livin' in the jungle [Pharoahe Monch] I tell these chimpanzees who be carryin' tools you don't wanna invest your life in a cesspool Pharmaceutical distributin', breaking the rules You need to take your monkey ass off to school and learn about Botswana, Sudan and Ghana Mozambique and speak of pride and honor I understand sometimes we all feel fenced in but utilize your mind to define dimensions Just then I lost the little monkey's attention as he stared into the distance focusing and squinting at a beautiful gazelle that was grazing in the grass with muscular legs and a rhinocero's ass But in the least case scenario I did try to tell him Hit him with some signs that was a little compelling Little gibbon on a mission, not unlike Magellan What you caught was some felons, crimes and drug selling in the jungle Yo, Ghana, you know we livin' in the jungle Cape Town, you know we livin' in the jungle Jo-burg, you know we livin' in the jungle [Pharoahe Monch] Let me out! I'm talking epileptic episodes off that epinephrine That Albuterol and them other prescribed medicines A zombie in insomnia frecking the amphetamines My moms had me smoking weed from the Netherlands at age thirteen Broke apart the scene, a lot of moist weed that was sticky and green See in the eighties, it was wine-coolers and woolies The Facts of Life, crack, David Dinkins and toolies Mike Jack said "Kick me, kike me, Jew me" Now all the white chicks in the world got booties! He rap by popular demand And a nigga nosey on some Toucan Sam shit You not Florida A&M, you not fam, dawg That would be (Marco), that's my man For biceps I isolate with one hand For triceps, I do reps with dip sets, but not Cam Scandal, governors busted, got damn! Power to the people unite with one plan I used to write about green eggs and ham 'til I found out the Food and Drug Administration was a scam Now we steam vegetables, brown, forget the white rice My life is all I have, studying zeitgeist Lyrics bang now and again, sing like the Chi-Lites It's my right to use my power to shine my light to function, you know the function Yo, Pharoahe Monch, what's your motherfuckin' function? I go to Queens for queens, I eat organic in Brooklyn Swing on a vine over the swine and keep 'em shook And take the anaconda through the tunnels Through the Mecca where the piranha try to ball and style on the persona You know I keep it on the low like an iguana When the monikers never leave the crib without the llama in the...