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Jungle Music
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It started on the sands of land of the mother
Word to mother, king like my father
My style survived slave ships, whips and chains, hardships
Still through all this the praise roll off my lips
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It started on the sands of land of the mother
Word to mother, king like my father
My style survived slave ships, whips and chains, hardships
Still through all this the praise roll off my lips
full lyrics...
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Features Of This Song
east coast rap roots
danceable beats
swingin' beats
a poetic rap delivery
clear pronunciation
jazzy samples
lyrics with a political message
a repetitive song structure
the use of chordal patterning
a bumpin' kick sound
acoustic drum samples
mellow piano timbre
turntablism
subtle use of pianos
a highly acoustic sonority
a dry recording sound
production by an iconic producer
lyrics by a famous rap artist

These are just a few of the hundreds of attributes cataloged for this song by the Music Genome Project.
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Word to mother, king like my father
Like my ancestors drums I beat the odds
With my jungle music
That's why they fear our jungle music
On me cut my hair, the vibes still exist
My style survived slave ships, whips and chains, hardships
They know one day we'll learn how to use it
Sound warrior, I'll take your head more than a rap singer
Publishers: GIFTED PEARL MUSIC INC, IRVING MUSIC INC, PERVERTED ALCHEMIST MUSIC INC
Make the forces of my nature smite ya
Chant my paower to devour all the snakes and rats
It started on the sands of land of the mother
For taking this back to Kush
Make a joyful noise unto the Lord
I'll beat the devil like a Niyabini drummer
Unga, bunga, binga
You'll hear a sound similar to the one Custer
Still my sounds make devils tumble like the walls of Jericho
On the low used it, and called it jungle music
(In the J U N G L E)
You can't outrap me, you can't outrock me
Enlightener, with the mitre
Beasts his drum, this beat will drum through the summer
Command the wind and seas
Like the dreads on my head, you try and lock me
As my mystic music spread from sea to galaxy
Through the trees, like my forefathers
Try to carbon copy, but it always comes out sloppy
Try to hold us back with all the strength you can muster
For too long you've abused it
It's inevitable, you can't stop me
Heard before he got ambushed, you'll get ambushed
Songwriters: Kendrick Davis, Chris Martin
Melodies, that flows like the breeze
Who rapes and ravages and calls us savage?
More mics killed than slaves during the middle passages
Extrasensory perception to avoid all traps
Bring your guns, chains and tone force your religion
To destroy the molesters of my heritage
But they conceal the drums of evil, my loyal lineage
Holy music destroy the savage beast
Down underground, but I bounce to the jungle
Still through all this the praise roll off my lips
We went from pyramids to the ghetto
King of kings, God of gods
In the sancuary of your caves white kids press record
Jungle bunny, I'm not mo' funny, I'm mo' deadly
Over the airwaves, powers are released