Concrete Jungles

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They tell us don't fight the feeling

That's why we're spilling this blood

These murder rates'll just shoot through the ceiling

In the killing fields, if the villain feels threatened or ridiculed

Someone is getting killed 'cause the setting's ill

Liquor stores on every corner, these kids don't got parks with a pop warner

They're out here roaming these streets and popping shots on us

Pigs stick rocks on us, shove in dirty lock-ups

Watch for the beast and run the streets with your Glock up

Torture-machete lungs

Head to a gun, ready to run

Where you from, the jungle?

Survival struggle, trouble night juggle

Smuggle drugs and never fumble

Through dust intake rush and break a way to conquer yardage

My blocks are guarded, talk that garbage

A bloodbath where white chalk is tracing carnage

Fuck you sergeants

You faggot pigs playing pieces, can eat your feces

'Cause when the test increases, my stress releases

Welcome to the world, endangered species

Well, well, well (jungle)

We're living and dying in the jungle

Baby (what you gott' what you gott')

What you gotta say about it? (What you gotta say about it)

Nothing at all

(Nothing you can do but live it) uhm-uhm

The quick speed of a beast, set free the bullet spree

That's kinetically moving like telepathy, freeze

Think within blink, get left scarred

Hit hard, split your heart

Ripped apart, knocked off with a steel sawed-off

Blood is pouring, the life and times in sick side uniforms

Skin placards and white staffords, guerrilla newscasters

This is the last chapter, where we put guns to you actors

Have you speaking in tongues, praying to your savior backward

These predators in the jungle that misbehave

Wear cascades and ben daves, heads shaved

Nike Cortez, inked up, they call us Eses

L.A.'s giving me stress daze

My mother's blessings protect my ass from catching a blast

These shell casings on murder scenes, are telling a story without a word

It means you're serving burgundy stains on curbs

Point to the first degree, we thirst to be king of the jungle

And so we burst the heat it's your defeat

And this is the cycle in which we curse the street

Well, well, well (jungle)

We're living and dying in the jungle

Baby (what you gott', what you gott')

What you gotta say about it? (What you gotta say about it)

Nothing at all

(Nothing you can do but live it) uhm-uhm

Well, well, well

We're living and dying in the jungle

Baby (what you gott' what you gott')

What you gotta say about it? (What you gotta say about it)

Nothing at all

(Nothing you can do but live it)

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