Concrete Jungle Lyrics & Chords By Wu-tang Clan

(*bees buzzing*) (Prodigal Sunn) Ladies and gentlemen: Sunz of Man yo, yo Uhh, Jungle of Concrete (Chorus x4) In the jungle, we gotta rumble with the bees/wee 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, f**k a fanatic, I split his attic You don't want no static, I make you carriage for the rabbits (Chorus x2) (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 beginin, takin over men and women F**k 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 x4) (various talk to fade)