Jungle - Ocean Wisdom

Antagonistic, megalomanic, malicious masons

Calibrating and orchestrating callous communications

To contribute to mass consumption of confused equations

That conveniently cause coherent citizen sedation

And emphatically entrap empathy endlessly entering entities

Ending the energy, said to be remedies

But actually affecting applicants quite detrimentally

I’ve been like Frederick Jones, born on the seventeenth of February

All may my fantastic angle on handling grammar be amiable

While I am and trample cats of unfathomable calibre

Within mandibles, cancelling common credit

And capitalising from capital casualty

Incorporating enigmatic ambient samples with amplified strategy

I’m getting fucked up off this horrid cacophony

Then having debates about cats with preposterous prophecies

I got an eighth in a sack, my clobber, my wallet keys

A bag of dreams and more deep beats, me I spit it properly

You’re fucking whack, you’ll get a clap with one of my Slazenger rackets

And if its that, I’ll serve and smash like McEnroe having a bad fit

Fit-f-fit the bill?

Course I fit the bill you bastard

Fuck off with your skinny jeans on stage the fabrics squishing a mans dick

Dicking around only getting you so far you’re living a lie-in

I got a deflated tyre I’m bout to go visit a spliff a Messiah

Or I am a problem, I spit mental arithmetic

Adding then subtracting syllabic patterns 'til I make it fit

Look I’m just trying to raise the bar, I turn it to eleven

I’ll find a fucking furnace on a hype and make you step in

Try work with what the word is, don’t try hinder your progression

I spit that burn quick, flip and turn it learn it to perfection

Look, I spit a banger after banger after banger after

My album’s banging like Bin Laden on the Magna Carta

But it ain’t dropped yet, I’m like: «Not yet»

I drop sweat and hot breath when I rock sets

The boss says «Clear your desk, you are not next-

Go mosh next to obsessed little knobheads

Cause you ain’t bout it, nah I just spoke to it

You had to walk a mile away 'cause you ain’t close to it

Oooooh be free

Don’t be afraid of the jungle — climb trees

Oooooh be free

Don’t be afraid of the thunder — we need heat

See it knows who flows it and who flows thrown solo

Dome seeker in my own home, no go far brother, no hope, no mercy

Showboat with the flow, Oh no those, those ones are the flowboats

I choke-choke when I’m provoked see I’m pro thinking no (BLEEP)

Ain’t my business though, each man to his own doe

That’s a old quote, I’m a old soul in a young mind with a known goal

Yeah — But I’m just trying to show culture

You man are coming with that slow-focus so hopeless

When you’re spitting I be giving man the cold shoulder

Most drop bent bars like pole vaulters going over

I’m plastered it seems, rolling with darkest team

All with stripes — Argentine, Coke and ice, rum and squeeze

Bark at me I’ll bite at you, fight with me I’m likely to

Write you off like hybrids trying to drive through iron pipes would do

Hear the beat, I like the tunes, hyper dude, minor views

Major thoughts, high calibre tunes

Having a crack at a stanza or two

Having a crack at a stanza or three

Man are embarrassed when battling me

Wizzie be classic and adamant he

Is aware of himself like Adam and Eve

Huh — Yeah — Certain man they know this

They avoid a couple black man like some xenophobic homophobics

Yo I will with who I roll with, busting rolly-polys nigga

I was the striker I just checked you was the goalie nigga

Call me Rooney nigga, yeah I keep it groovy nigga

I got more liqueur, lyrics passing through me nigga

Don’t warm to beans if you ain’t burning coffee

And don’t be having good days if you be turning stroppy

Don’t chat about your hard P if you’re earning floppy

Don’t read bars out of your phone blood, you should learn them properly

Oooooh be free

Don’t be afraid of the jungle — climb trees

Oooooh be free

Don’t be afraid of the thunder — we need heat

Oooooh be free

Don’t be afraid of the jungle — climb trees

Oooooh be free

Don’t be afraid of the thunder — we need heat