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| 2. |
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| 3. |
| 3:39 | 
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Now from A Tribe Called Quest
And i'm here tonight with The Jungle Brothers And we're about to get into this thing called Black is Black is Black is Black Yeah, uh-huh! aah, baby! Said yeah! ah hah! Black is Black is Black is Black In America today, i have to regret to say Something, Something is not right And it deals with Black and White Tell me Mike G is it me? Nah, it's just society Filled with propagander, Huh! Why do we meander, Huh? In a zone with hate for peace All of this B.S must cease All i am is one Black man In a mighty big White hand Brother Brother, Sister Sister If you're Miss or if you're Mister Listen please to this fact Black is Black is Black is Black Black is Black is Black is Black Black is Black is Black is Black Way back when in '68 When brothers didn't have it great They fought back with civil rights That scarred the soul, it took the sight The common foe you plainly see On the streets or on T.V Segregation was the king Vietnam was full in swing Martin Luther had to shout "Let's get out, get out, get out!" The situation sort of changed But what really makes matters strange Is our foe is well disguised We don't know where our fate lies Still and all we cannot lack The fact that Black is Black is Black Black is Black is Black is Black Black is Black is Black is Black Judged by both my race and colour Don't you know we need each other? I need you and you need me And if not now you soon will see My light complexion has no meaning If you think so you're still dreaming Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up There's no time for us to break up Black is Black not Blue or Purple Being Black is like a circle Round and round we all will go Where we end up i don't know Listen to me if you will Your fantasies will get you killed Reality is what is real Reality is Black is Black I try, try to tell my people We all are one, created equal Before we master, we must plan Is that so hard to understand? Today's the day we get together To try to change and make things better If not where will we be tomorrow? Drowning in the pool of sorrow Daylight shines but still few see That we must fight for unity In a picture that's fixed as Black and White Why's it both that have to fight? Uplift the race, uplift the race See my soul and not my face All for one and one for all Black is Black, That's right y'all |
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| 4:30 |
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| 6. |
| 4:59 |
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| 7. |
| 4:07 |
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Jungle Brothers on the run y'all, Jungle Brothers on the run, (x2)
JBeez on the Run, JBeez on the run.(x2) Come on Oh, I run so much, you would think I'm a bandit. (Why?) You know why because I keep standing at it. Move so much, I often lose my shadow. Don't know where, but I know I got to go. Meet somebody at a quarter to eight. I'm a Scooby Do so I don't be late. If I take my vine, I'll make it on time, and if not, they'll be on my behind. I get there late, but better later than never. And when I get there, whatever is clever. I won't be stopped by a chick or a cop You know what I'm saying? I know what you're saying. {chorus} (I can't stop) Cause I'm (On the Run) (I can't stop) Cause I'm, cause I'm, cause I'm, cause I'm (On the run) {end of chorus} Some people say that I'm living inside the fast lane. Some people say that I'm going insane. Yesterday, I called my mother up on the phone. (hello?) She said, "Son when are you coming home? How many places do you have to go? Tell me please 'cause I'd like to know." I haven't seen my brothers in a year or two. They're anxious to know what I'm going through. My father wants 'em to know how I'm taking care of myself. He hasn't seen me since December 12th. My grandmother hasn't seen me since the eighth, and she wants to know if I'm keeping the faith. Nanny, Nanny, Granny, Granny, Please don't hit me on my fanny. Tell Grandpa that I said Hi, I gotta go, see ya later, good bye. {chorus} Stop! Hold it! Freeze! Now! Uh-huh, oh yeah. . . I'm gonna get cha. . . No time to waste, no time to spare Just enough time to comb my hair. Get myself dressed and on the run. You're anti us and into sun. Ride the vine and drink to tree In and out of every part of New York City Kangaroos on my tail, but that's ok. I'm doing 90 and a great ok Working at a job that never gets done. Can't stop now cause I'm (On the run) Now I know why my girl be bugging (Why?) Because I'm not there to give her that loving. Say I'll be there, but I'm always late. Before I wind up in another state. For Summer two weeks, I was got to move While I'm getting paid, she's singing the blues. In a way I'm wrong and in a way I'm right. It's a part of making money for my dinner at night. I tried to tell her she's ~Hold it! Hold it! Hold up, Cops coming buddy. Come on man! Tried to tell her it's a jungle thing, I'm a jungle man, I got to swing. ~Come on, yo Sam start the car. ~We out of here. (On the run) (Watch me now, on the run, watch me now)(x5) |
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| 3:36 |
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Verse 1: Afrika
Now, I won't say that I'm a ladies lover But if I was, you'd be under my cover And not only that, you'd be under my wing And me and you'd be doin' the nasty thing Whenever you're ready, we can go steady You can be my baby and I can be your teddy It's cold out there, but it's warm in here I know you have another lover, but I do not care Verse 2: Mike G Now, behind my bush, there's only room for two Jimmy and Jane, that's me and you Doin' it right 'til the morning light A ittle moan and groan after some fuss and fight Jungle love is all that I'm givin Jungle life is all that I'm livin Girl, I'm-a do ya the best I can Lettin' you know I'm your jungle man You can't front it off, you know it's gonna get ya I'm doin' this (where?) live from Africa Verse 3: Afrika I want to be your hero I want to be your man I want to love you every moment I can I want to take you back to the motherland And listen to the sounds of a steel-drum band Climb up a tree, just you and me 'Cause that's the way that I want it to be Feel the breeze, put your mind at ease See the pretty birds and the chimpanzees After that, we'd step down to my hut And together, we'd split up a coconut Watch the sun set, watch the moon rise And then I'd proceed to make your nature rise Verse 4: Mike G I'll be your caveman, I'll be a brave man But most of all, I'll be a gentle man Your magic man, alakazam I put a spell on you that you can not stand Sweat and want you, it will surely taunt you To do what you want to do And that shall take me behind the bush and do me, baby |
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| 4:38 |
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Intro:
A: Yeah, uh huh because I got it like that, uh huh Because I got it like that, wooh, uh huh Because I got it like that G: Like how? A: Like that Verse 1: Afrika, Mike G Dancin' on the dance floor Girl, it's you that I adore Step on stage, you scream for more Afrika got rhymes galore Snap my fingers, make you mine If not, I'll snap a second time After that, I guarantee You will be standing next to me Left or right side, take your pick But girl, you've got to make it quick Baby, baby, baby I know I drive you crazy MC's know me as Mike G Girls hold on to me tightly Warm personality That's why they get close to me Try their best to drive me wild Say they want to bear my child I go away, they say, "Come back" Why? Why? Because I got it like that Chorus: A: Yeah, uh huh G: Because I got it like that A: Yeah, uh huh G: Because I got it like that A: A ha ha, uh huh G: Because I got it like that A: Like how? G: Like that Verse 2: Afrika, Mike G No problem, (why?) because I got it like that A Baby Bam beat and an African rap My partner by my side, Sammy B is on the cut Your DJs chilly chill, but hey, so what? Nuggets in my pocket, wine in my hand I got it like that, but you still don't understand It comes to me natural, it comes to me easy I just lay back and let the big beat lead me I never work a day in my life Single jungle brother, no kids, no wife 100,000 rhymes from one band, that's many But back where I come from, they ain't worth a penny You've got a lot of talent, but you fail to see You paid for yours, I got mine for free Play in the rain and don't get wet Walk through the desert and don't even sweat Play in the snow and don't get cold I'm just a cool young brother who looks kinda old Run around the word, schoolin' the sound If I commit a crime, I get caught, I slide. I've got ladies uptown and money on the floor There's not a thing in the world that I'm askin' for Chorus 2: A: Wooh, uh huh G: Because I got it like that You wanna know why, brother? Because I got it like that A: Uh huh G: I ain't jokin', I ain't playin', it's just my brother I got it like that A: A ha ha Verse 3: Afrika Used to be a player, couldn't be trusted But still in all, I never got busted A girl in every part of New York City I thought it was fun, it used to look witty I had it all spread out, even one next door I had it like that, so what ya askin' for? 4 to 5, you see, was my minimum And every day, I used to go and get with 'em One for every hour on the hour One on the way while I was in the shower It sounds kinda crazy, it sounds kinda bold But you see, Afrika was the one they loved So you see, it got to a point where they didn't care They didn't wanna give me up, so they agreed to share Chorus 3: A: Because I got it like that G: I hear you, brother, word A: Because I got it like that G: Man, you's one baaaaaad jungle brother A: Like that Like that Outro: A: Uh, wooh, Sammy B, B, you got it like that I know you got it like that Yo Mike G from the Jungle Brothers, man New Orleans got it like that New York City got it like that Los Angeles got it like that Cleveland got it like that Let me see, who else got it like that? G: Detroit A: Who? G: Detroit A: Man, yeah, Atlanta got it like that Philadelphia got it like that Texas got it like that, let me see Somebody else got it like that G: D.C. A: Yea, D.C., D.C. got it like that Boston, Miami, I know you got it like that, Miami G: Word A: Word up, yo, I'm outta here, you know why? Both: BECAUSE I GOT IT LIKE THAT |
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| 11. |
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| 12. |
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| 13. |
| 3:37 |
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(Word up)
Jungle Brother, JB for short. A bite a bit my rhyme and we almost fort. But since he was a brother I thought that'd be wrong. So I let him go, I let him run along. (Run along) I write rhymes like I come from New York City. My Dj spin the music down to the nitty gritty. When the downstairs funky five days a week. Searching and seeking for the Baby Bam beat. The Afrikan rap that comes from within us. Brothers heard about it now they wish they could've been us. We did an album with no problem. No we working on another with another Jungle Brother. (Me) Q-tip, his name, he's into business, not into games So Q-tip when the light turns green, grab your bone and show them what I mean. My bone is grabbed, this is what I mean. I brag a grab, and here's the scene. Q-tip, (Q-tip) from a Tribe Called Quest, Saw the Jungle Brother's album, oh yes. So get the ducats it's coming out soon. A month after March, two before June, It's nice. With Ali Shaheed Mohammed, my Dj who Is real dominant. (Mohammed, Mohammed) He and I form the funky Tribe. If you want to get with it, just feel the vibe. (Feel the vibe) Me and Ali are extremely radiant. And to be heard like the horn of Gideon. Get it? If not you're a goner. Get wise or get something, cause your going to want to. Lamp, after you hear from me. The Tip from Quest my Dj's Ali. Say it from the Catskills, to the Soho. Listen to the words they say on the Promo. To the bewildered, Let it be said. I'll mix you up more like DJ Red So Mike G, when the light turns red, Don't stop, proceed ahead. Go on with your, Go on with your, Go on with your, Bad self. Well, I'm going (Where?) Straight to the treetop. Eating crazy fruit, so I can't stop. Squating here, listen to the LP. Straight Out The Jungle from the JBs. Baby Bam beat keeps the bass bottom bouncing. Suckers littering, girls ouncing, Women inching, girls pinching. Run to the record store to see if (???) is in. Remixes, outfixes, we write it, you like it. Rap music, house music. No matter what it is, the JBs can do it. Oh ya, (etc.) It's coming (x4) How much is it? 5.99? ahh just bring a 20, bring a twenty. At the sound of the ring The Promo will end, peace. |
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