Intro: Afrika & Mike G Sammy B is on the cut Sammy B is on the cut Sammy B is on the cut Sammy Beeeeeeeeeeeeeee
A: Ha hah, one two G: One two A: One two G: How we gonna do this? A: What we have here... G: Ya A: Is the Jungle Brothers... G: Yeah A: On a black piece of wax G: Yeah, my name is Mike G A: Uh huh G: On the mix is Sammy B First in line to kick the rhyme, Jungle Brother... A: Shazzam G: Yeah A: One big scratch, here we go
Afrika:
Well, I'm a sure shot shooter and I'm the big shot The big shot, yes the biggest, and I know I'm hot Say I'm the baddest, just the baddest and I'm on the top Sucker MC's try to stop me, but I won't stop As I adjust and discuss all the rhymes I bust I leave 'em all in the dust when I start the thrust They try to catch me on the mic, but I'm hard to chase I'm the ace in the place kickin' rhymes in your face I'm outright, oustanding, outrageous, I'm smokin Never play on the mic, no jivin', no jokin Not a double-talker, so I don't double-talk Ladies clock, finger-pop to the rhythm of a hawk But I ignore the temptation, avoid the sensation Reputation's at stake, but I won't break I just chill, ill, let loose all my skill I make a list of all the ladies that my skill will thrill
Mike G:
Now, my tasty technique tantalises your taste As my rhymes rock and roll right through this place I never fade away for forfeit or fess And my beat is a beat bound to be best Clowns craze and chase me 'cause I'm so cool As I ridicule the rule and fool the fool Ignite the party, excite the crowd I'll make the quietest person wanna go and get loud I'll make the hot get hotter when I start to rap And my reward for goin' off is to hear people clap I'm a monster for music, and my means are to move Guys and gals'll get gray when it's time to groove I'm a sexy sucker, but the mind is sane Having nothing to lose but only goals to gain By my side, I'm supplied with the best of the best Sammy B and Shazam which means there's no contest
Afrika:
Well, I'm an MC debator, rhyme regulator Cool creator, rapper, not a raper A damn good fighter, party highlighter Lady exciter, writer, not a biter Suckers lookin' to me, say, "What you think they see?" They see a fresh, fantastic, fly, funky MC They try to study my style, use and abuse it for a while 'Til I take 'em to court and have 'em put on trial I let Mike G judge 'em, put 'em on the case Sammy B, you be my lawyer to put 'em to disgrace You see, I never have to worry, 'cause they both got my back Sammy B for the fader, Mike G for the rap
Mike G:
The more suckers I burn, the better suckers will learn That Mike G is takin' his turn to earn Havin' the time, the rhyme, I'm gonna get mine And it pushes the thought of suckers further out of my mind 'Cause as I rhyme to my peep, suckers smoke the cheap And butlers take down my orders from the words that I speak Because I'm strong like a horse and loud like thunder You mess with me, you'll be 60 feet under In a jungle with a force, on a straight-forward course And if you don't join the jungle, you should feel remorse
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