"Concrete Jungle" lyrics - WU-TANG CLAN

[Bees buzzing]
(Prodigal Sunn)
Ladies and gentlemen:
Sunz of
Man yo, yo
Uh,
Jungle of
Concrete

(Chorus 4x)
In the jungle, we gotta rumble with the bees
We ain't nothin' sweet, we gotta eat (Timbo King)
Yo, we come from starvin days, runnin' up in
Dr. J's Yo, the aids wasn't in, calm braids all trimmed
Rock away, so the mega trades, diggin, pockin days
Army suits snatched and
Timbs
You'se a friend, snatch a gem

(Prodigal Sunn)
I spent a lifetime of doin' crime, hustlin dimes, guzzlin wine
Smugglin wives, one of a kind
Under the sunshine, movin as one mind, the genuine I gotta eat, generate with the heat, demolish beats
When I element the foul, prowl, upon the weekend of sweet
Star child,
Allah's style, many say their barber's wild
Collectin sheets, war with beast,
Islamic warrior
Livin' the mass hysteria, the bomb shell of
America
Swell competors, explicit lyrics from the editor
Realistic predator, the rhyme writer, climb heights
Rhymes ignite,
MC's reputation, blown out of sight
On the mic device, my crew get nice, shoot dice
Doin' callistetics, young diplomatics with automatics
The asiatic, fuck a fanatic, I split his attic
You don't want no static, I make you carriage for the rabbits

(Chorus 2x)

(Hell Razah)
We've got to take what we want, let these others rappers front
Yo, take that, you ain't goin' get it laid back
Gather millions, acapella in the streets, today crack
That's right platinum hits, yo, before the age at
Best record what I say, ain't no time to playback
A new beginnin, takin' over men and women
Fuck opinions, I'm hittin to the nights endin
Thoughts used for sinnin, neighborhood no grinin
Thug religions, expeditions, startin for a mil
Stick the student for his intuition
Beyond college, street knowledge, got to eat knowledge
Off the tree of life, while seek wallets
Credit cards, some trust for their gods
In the
Wizard of
Oz, you get it all to get robbed
Price is on the food and the
Earth's precious jewels
Ain't the golden rules from the golden black jewels
Burn cash and we stash burners
Steppin out the furnace, only run with fast learners
We be the underground childs, mainstream now
Sort of like
Apocalypse, bloaw, blaow
Take what you own, must return to your home
Black
Lazurus, plus we're not havin' it
Claim back your throne, we're on a higher zone
Pass the diamonds on the wrist, we're on some take the earth shit
Demolish every tool, that y'all niggaz work with
The barcode, bio chips be short circuited
Here in this jungle, jungle, jungle? (62nd
Assassin) I'm livin' through, your crew on the subject
The loot, I'm new improved
Plus my time piece is bullet proof I need a bulldozer or crane, that stains like in vain
You be the blood and I be the drainin on
Forgot to burn your proper on, with the tool stone
Written, founded dead on this spot
You emergin, believe I'm the surgeon
Rhymes leave your brain on all right, double scenes
Back hand, slap you, clap thoughts, like evil raps
Play that, what it slap right back
The devil and the sword bring death, feed
Jamaica
You was seen, soak the zeen
Self esteem, so common, even suckers die
Rain or hurricane, step on my house
Major
League, total assassinator, rhyme complicator
Into the house on severe pain, strong like a pyramid
Nothin' but various parts of the house that
Jack built
And I blow your brain to a seisure
The little house on the praire, I huff and I puff
Before you step to me, you should of called off
Ceaser's father, mercy words, I'm no joke I cancer smoke, I reply, "your brain and told" I live for my tech 9, uzi, grenade, all 'cause of one rhyme
Better believe, sleeves, I buck you chicken
Make you love us, my mic around your neck to bug it

(Chorus 4x)

(various talk to fade)