Rumble In The Jungle Lyrics

A Tribe Called Quest - Rumble In The Jungle Lyrics

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Rumble In The Jungle Lyrics


[Wyclef](Come on)Root to the fruitMore bass than Bootsy CollinsYou verses meThats like Ali verses Foreman (a-ha)God's act, stand back and watchDevil's time outCan't be timed with no swatch watchWho I am, the black AbrahamZunga zunga zang, yellow man, VietnamAdd an extra bar as I spar with literatureTaking kingdoms from tsarsWinning more wars than the Moors[Forte]Hey, what's the deal?I seen the Devil spar with AllahMathematics was the key to set my whole race freeYou might debate we, a refugeeNo harm hurt meDying, thirsty from the struggleTo my own hustle bubbleOn the low, woe is meTo show the Free Bob rightThe righteous Asiatic thinkerWhile Satan rob lightCivilised like the MollyBurgundy, wildy rockingSeen the fifth when Ali clocked himJohn Forte will keep you locked in[Q-Tip]People all aroundYou got to recognise and witnessThe Mister who swift enough to knock you out with Mic fitnessHands blistered from holding the mics tightSome say it's fright nightWell throw the R after the F 'Cause I'm gonna take away your breathThe bell rings and now it's just a daily operationYo, you saw my lubricationYou can see this occupation (The winner)Eh, you know we're from Q-BoroughL-Booie and Clef the trainers, Prazwell promote the throw[Lauryn Hill]We used to bite bullets with the pig-skin casingNow we perfect slang like a gang of street masons (uh)Scribe check make connectsTrue pyramid architects (yeah)Replace the last name with the X (X)The man's got a God complexBut take the text and change the pictureWatch Muhammad play the messenger like Holy Muslim scripturesTake orders from only GodOnly war when it's JihadSee Ali appears in Zaire to reconnect 400 yearsBut we the people dark but equal give love to such thingsTo the man who made the fam' remember when we were kingsBlocks on fire (Block's on fire tonight)Fiends getting higher (uh-huh)Robbing blue collar(Hey yo we rob them blue collars)Killing for a dollar (Stick 'em up)Youths get tired (Ali ah yeah)We're dealing with them liars (Ali ah yeah)(We're dealing with too many liars)From Brooklyn to Zaire (uh-huh ah yeah)We need a ghetto Messiah (ah yeah come on)Send me an angel in the morning, babySend me an angel in the morning, darlingSend me Muhammad in the morning, babySend me an angel in the morning, darling[Ali Shaheed Muhammad]Once the pen hits the pad it's dangerTo this I be no strangerStep inside the ring and I'll derange you (Come on)I'm hearing no commentsEveryone looks dispondentDejected, rejected similiar to ListonCatching listsBeat it, sonnyMy man is still the greatest in thisTo hell with Frazier yappin' about that negative shitNow listen, you can try and escape if you want toBut ask yourself, who the hell you gonna run toLike Sade Abu you got a punch that I can sleep toFugees, Tribe, Busta Rhymes forever coming through[Prazwell]We sing Amazing Grace over two dollar plateOne roll snake eyes like Jake The SnakeMany lies put up for stakesWash our sins at the Great LakesYou and I cannot see eye to eyeSo therefore we cannot relateI'm here when I make myself crystal clearYou fled to Cape Fear when I laced you in ZaireTussle with a lasso in the Royal RumbleSeperate boys from men in the concrete jungle[Busta Rhymes]I remember when Cassius Clay flipped the scriptTaking trips to ZimbabweAfricans started calling the God Ali Bumbaye (so bwoy)It be the God stricken, God nutrition, lightly stricken (ha)Blow that make you feel like you was poison bittenHa yo I'm 'bout to blister you and your sisterPredicting every ass whipping before my fights my niggaThis be your last warning once you walk past the doormanAli and Foreman gonna lock ass until the morningMarvellous finances provided by Joseph MobutuSpecial guests of honour like the Archbishop Desmond TutuWe watched the Rumble In The JungleTo see who be the targeted uncle to be the first to fall and fumbleNuff blows they gettong thrown, like solid milestonesInternally shaking up niggas, imbalance your chromosonesWith the force of a thousnad warriorsWhen I bust your ass identify me as the lord victoriousBlocks on fire (You're a star)(Blocks on fire)Fiends getting higher (You're a star)Robbing blue collar (You're a star)(Yeah rob them blue collars)Killing for a dollar (You're a star)Youths get tired (You're a star)(Youths getting tired)We're dealing with them liars (You're a star)(We're dealing with too many liars)From Brooklyn to Zaire (You're a star)We need a ghetto Messiah

A Tribe Called Quest Rumble In The Jungle