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"Breakdown..."
Round and round, upside down Living my live underneath the ground Never heard of and hardly seen A whole lot of talk about the Red, Black and Green So dirty you didn't wanna deal with it So funky you didn't wanna got with it But that's alright, no problem, cool Sent to the Earth to educate the fool Waiting around for my shell to crack After that you can't hold me back Looking out for the danger signs Jungle Bros bringing forth a change in times Left, right, some ask from which angle Straight up the middle, reality's the riddle Sending a message to the old and young Confused about where I come from What planet? What channel? What station? AfriKa from the Zulu Nation... Confused, no landing, no understanding But I knew not to give what life was demanding Found a new tab, thought I'd take a grab Tired of brothers who feign to backstab Beating a bigger drum, better days will come And if they don't come, I'll get up and make some First you crawl before you walk First you think before you talk I found in life that you wear a hard hat Protect your mind and bad things will stay back Vultures flocking around on corners Snakes slide through our law and order Years slip away and I get older Leaves hit the ground and it gets colder My heart pumps faster so I get bolder That's when I ask my brother to...take over! My mellow, Uncle Sam! (Ladies and gentlemen, live from the Planet Rock we have the J.Beeeeees...) You see some listen but still don't hear Some seem far but are real near I climb a mountain to reach a kingdom And if they're willing, sure I'll bring them Think to the needy and then to the greedy Rely on the heaven and earth to feed me Move to the motions of the moon (Take out your shades!) Cause the sun comes soon To plan my day I look at the sky I see rain and I still ask why... Broke the airwaves, trying to make waves Finally came through but came in mono Frequencies I kept on fighting Satelliting what I was writing Three years, finally got through Came through in stereo... So hello everybody and how ya'll doing? We gonna say a few words and keep on stepping People watching to see what we would do Live on air you heard us say to you: The city's a jungle and we are the brothers This so-called King Of The Jungle will run for cover All of your minds have been set into a trance So instead of fighting out our problems... We order ya'll to dance! |
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| 2. |
| 3:36 |
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(Afrika)
Zigga-one, zigga-two, zigga-three, zigga-and.. Mindin' my business, hangin' on the scene Kangaroos rolled by - but I was clean ?? got my tiger skin suit Hair braided up and my Jungle Brother boots Hopped on the vine and swung through the city Today's your day, said the neighborhood gypsy Kept on jumpin to the other side of town The place where I want to go to get down Jam-packed and one green light Not a crumb or crack and I'm feelin alright (Mike G) ?? vibe and all systems go (uh-huh) Packin my gear, headin for the next show (yeah) Coolin on the stoop, waitin for my ride My man Keith steps to my side Chris pulls up, Uncle Sam next to him (uh-huh) I step to the curb he says, "C'mon, get in!" Grandma waved as Chris hits the gas (yeah) My hat flew off and Keith just laughed Afrika's with Sam, holdin on to his seat As Sam does ninety to a new Bush beat Arrive to the show with no time to spare Check in the mirror run my hand through my hair Offered drinks and drugs, to get me high I put my hands in my pocket and passed them by (Afrika) Well uhh, ahh-ooooh - I stretched out and yawned Brushed my teeth then I carried on Got myself dressed and off to work I got there early, the boss was happy "Hey, good mornin Afrika Let me show ya the surprise that I have for ya" Pulled out a check and read out raise And I be cold vacationed for 60 days 60 days, layin in the shade And on top of that I'm stone cold paid Packed the trunk of clothes and funk Jumped on the plane, now what's my name? Honey child, you can't tell me nothin Out in the Motherland for two whole months and WHOO! Feelin alright Uh-huh, feelin alright.. {*Afrika scats*} (Mike G) Home from the show and I'm layin back Pulled an old school tape from out my rack Tall glass of AJ and a real soft seat As Pow-Wow rocks a rhyme to Billy Squire, Big Beat Cool C recalls of the crowd sayin YEAH As many hands were thrown up in the air I've got a fine memory of a very fine night Can't sleep a wink cause I'm feelin alright! {*Afrika scats*} (Afrika) Feelin alright, feelin alright, yeah yeah Feelin alright, feelin alright.. *scat* Feelin alright, feelin alright *scat* Feelin alright, feelin alright *scats to near end* Feelin alright, feelin alright, yeah yeah Feelin alright, feelin alright, yeah yeah {*fades out*} |
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| 3. |
| 3:46 |
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Ahhhhh...
WJBS, on your radio dial With the morning of the fox, that rocks the box Expect sunshine today! For yesterday's rain has faded far away Now we seek a brand new day, a brand new way Learn my brothers and sisters, learn (Mike G) Nighttime fades away, on to the next day The weatherman predicts a clear sunny Saturday Relax laid back and feelin the cool breeze Positive vibes in sauce and the melodies Gather my leaves and all my minerals Fix myself a bowl of vegetables Ice cold water and chopped up fruits Gonna be a long day so I throw on my boots Stretch out my hut and beyond the sun rises Clouds gather round and suddenly hides it Doubled back cause it started pourin Children scared of the thunder roarin Given the light but now there's darkness Started with intelligence, now there's ignorance Negative vibes now I don't feel right I want my sunshine, I want my sunlight Same old story, over and over Somebody tryin to take knowledge over So I fight back with a native dance Sing my song and chant my chants |
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| 4:04 | 
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| 5. |
| 4:01 |
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| 6. |
| 3:41 |
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(feat. Vinia Mojica)
You don't know who you are Look back into your past, brother Look back into your past, sister Look back into your past, sister Look back into your past, brother [Afrika] My forefather was a king He wore fat gold chains and fat ruby rings Nobody believes this to be true Maybe it's because my eyes ain't blue You ain't gonna find it in your history book Come here, young blood, and take a look Dig down deep inside this hard cover Don't you know you was bought, brother All you read about is slavery Never about the black man's bravery You look at the pictures and all they show is Afrikan people with bones in their noses That ain't true, that's a lie You didn't get that from my lemon pie [Mike G] Yeah, I cut class, I got a D Cause History meant nothing to me Except a definite nap That's why I always sat in the back I'd talk to girls or write a rhyme Cause I didn't know (all times are black man's times) When I was young my mama told me stories Of black peoples' fight to bring us glory I used to think these were stories to put me to sleep But now I know mama's talk wasn't cheap I know Afrika's for Afrikans And history's the blood of every woman and man "Now I begin another search, the incredibly involved The incredibly difficult and incredibly frustrating search Trying to pull together the history of a people" [Afrika] Page one, page two, page three And still no signs of me Yeah, so I looked into the table of contents They wrote a little thing about us in the projects Only history we make is if we kill somebody Rape somebody, but other than that we're nobody Speaking like a Brother living in the Jungle I know I was here first but I remain humble [Mike G] Now it's time to rekindle the fire A tribe of young brothers with the eye of the tiger [Afrika] Acknowledge your own, we have a home Put on this earth to live and roam [Mike G] Christopher chose to explore DISCOVERED AMERICA! Yeah, sure [Afrika] He thought the planet was square Travelled many places, we already had been there We left tracks, backtrack back First civilisation, you know where that was found at Looking for the true black days of glory That's history, that's his story [Vinia Mojica x4] The red's for the blood and the black's for the man The green is the colour that stands for the land |
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| 3:42 |
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"Just listen, Don't do it, Pay attention, Here we go"
Ahhh! Pleasant day in Egypt, I say Say, what is this? (Afrika) A tisket, a tasket I wonder what's in that basket Sweet Daddy strolled by and said haven't you seen here? That right there is Belly Dancin Dina Now I'm all junglistcally horny Desperate to see this fine young lady Toot, toot, toot, pulled out my flute Yeah, she was so cute I said I like the way you move around Do you wanna get down? I wanted to take her home with me Behind the bush and up my tree So I blowed and blowed and I kept on blowing Hey, wait a minute, baby! Where you going? (Mike G) Dina! Never should have seen her Hooked by her look now I feel like I need her Body so pure, she's shaped like an hourglass As I turned around I peeped out her megablast I needed acquaintance cause I had no patience Drugged (by her bellybutton?) no, by her radiance The hips did dips so I did flips The pucker of her lips could sink battleships The basket's glowing from the diamonds' glitter If I only had it in me to go get with her The moment I got it I needed a casket Cause she blew me a kiss and jumped back in the basket (Hook) Belly Dancin Dina! Boy, you should have seen her The way she moved her body All across the dance floor Tore me all apart, straight to my heart And it was nothing but a freaky art (Kool DJ Red Alert) Live from 113th Street and Seventh Avenue Straight out the pyramid, we gon bring to you The live one they call Belly Dancin Dina! (Afrika) Well, today's the day, hooray hooray Yippee yie yo, yippee yie yie yay Everybody's waiting for her to arrive Oooh, she makes my nature rise All dressed up in her sparkling clothing I might pass out when that basket opens Ordinarily I'm not the kind who fiends Could it be her cute little finger tambourines? I don't know but it's making me hard (How hard?) Harder by the yard Thousands of brothers had congregated Stone boom, waited and waited They came in peace, they paid their funds (Kool DJ Red Alert) OK, Y'ALL HERE SHE COMES! (Mike G) I've got to go get her (Word?) And if you got bananas I'll be glad to betcha Push back my chair to walk across the floor As I got closer her body shook more My eyes were set on her jelly-like belly And if I'm dreaming don't nobody tell me People started standing, I started losing sight And I was really feeling like this was my night I dipped to one side and then to another Ahh, I see Dina! Oooh, my brother I made a quick to dash to put my hands on Poof! Dina was gone... (Afrika) And when she disappeared to no one knows All she left behind were her silky clothes Smelled the smell of her sweet perfume Heard a voice say: "I'll be back real soon" Say, say, where you going? (Hook) Belly Dancin Dina! Boy, you should have seen her The way she moved her body All across the dance floor Tore me all apart, straight to my heart And it was nothing but a freaky art |
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| 4:39 |
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| 3:49 |
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| 3:35 |
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| 3:56 |
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| 12. |
| 3:37 |
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| 13. |
| 3:57 |
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Black Woman, mother of my earth
Black Woman, you gave me birth You can truly see what's in me You can help me be the best that I can be You feed my fire when I'm on the wire Keepin' me calm when it's gettin' higher Sweet like sugar and hot like wine Always keepin' ya on my mind Givin' my life a new light to reach for Givin' me so much how could I ask for more Keepin' us tight when we're gettin' loose The darker the berry, the sweeter the juice Black Woman You started off just a little girl Given the power to change the world And though some of your ways to man are odd You are the proof that there is a God Black Woman ya are the mother of all Black Woman ya stand so firm and tall And as you aged mind body and soul You became more beautiful You are the Future you are the Wisdom The Wisdom that the evil Forces tried to hide But no longer will you be hidden In my Jungle you always will exist Your wish is my command Yo command is my wish And the job of the Man is to respect And protect be fruitful and multiply Honor and love love and honor Until the Day She Dies Black Woman Love - the woman's weapon With every great man there's a woman behind him Her womb is the chamber that produces life Her breast provides the nutrition for growth A guardian angel in the flesh Representin' the man that watches over us both Sent from the Heavens and the skies above Black Woman it's you that I love You are the Moon that I reach for There's no doubt in my mind that it's you I adore Sent from the Heavens and the skies above Black Woman it's you that I love |
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| 3:56 |
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| 15. |
| 4:19 |
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[maceo]
Me, plug three, the one they call baby huey The one that gets all the money (all the money) Yeah, that's right [dove] A fat funky fruit with a whole lot of tang A little something called doing our own thang Breaking the beat others wished they broke Bassline so dope that you just might choke Don't bite off something that you can't chew And don't trail behind when I'm coming through Fronting the feel that you really can't feel Cause you're trying to feel what's on my reel to reel [q-tip] A tree is growing Can't you see what I see? a white blue fruit to boot We count to ten before we pass the crews, now that's family Equipped with the brothers and the sisters and the sisters and the brothers And all others, with the funky flairs, the bugged-out hairs It's the life of riley, I'm really ready Gazing at the dollar fill of rap The cool june bugs, the wicks, the wacks Praise the rhythms for what it beez And praise the lord for the jb's We're doing our own thang (repeat 4x) [posdnuos] Isn't it cool when you cut your hair And the blood is red instead of sellout green This is not the music for an r&b mind This is flower intertwined with a vine (in other words this is rose) You see what I mean? or see what grandpa bam saw Funk we transmit is unstable One condition if I am able to say (yes you may) well hey, let's get on with it Vocal confetti is thrown, sometimes spitted Out the vents of hecklers and fans Either which way they all hop on the van The band, the band, here comes the band The tribe of fingers all on one hand Me, myself, and I are dark Monie love the mouthpiece, it's now yours to spark [monie love] Sister monie, the only one here who missed a plane back to london Residing with my brothers and I learned a lot from them About the group, how to be smooth and play funky And sometimes rated it's kind of funky, but it's cool For we are beyond the stereotypes Coordination crazy, but still it sounds hype Rocking on and off beat, and I do believe I'm right (you're right) Am I wrong? (yeah, son) Don't be mad, be glad I missed the plane, I'm staying With the brothers jungle, soul, and the tribe I'm saying Funky funky rhymes that always stay in swing I believe we doing our own thing We're doing our own thang (repeat 4x) [afrika] Well my family sets all the trends From soul to soul, large to loose ends ? and I all my groups like kill? (cause that's where the money's at) Yeah, the industry's filled with copycats R&b mixed with sloppy raps Tribes like us always open doors But what for, so you can get yours? You ain't in to it, all you want is profit So I ask you please to stop it Leave me alone, get off my bone Cause I'm doing my own... [mike g] A new seed, a new breed A new man you to feed the greed A new pair of boots for a new piece of butt Sweet daddy are you there? (sammy b is on the cut!) Spinning back for a rap that's laid back Read to kic back, those get no slack I may rock a rhyme or I may start to sing But still, I'm doing my own thing [dove] In comes the mood of jungle and daisies Play the same and let the vibes grace me All hold hands and let's walk about And form a cirlce and talk about Don't follow the path that we're stepping Truth to the soul is what I'm cramming Reasons for this is that the family's strong And like bob marley said we're jammin Seeing is beliving, so see and believe And let the groove of the new proceed A whole bunch of love, peace signs, and fun So let's do what's got to be done, you know? |
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