Jungle Music
Lyrics
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 lipsfull lyrics...
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 lipsfull lyrics...
Features Of This Song
east coast rap rootsdanceable 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


