[00:00.000]Hook: Ka]
[00:12.035]Born in the jungle, out the womb running
[00:15.840]Better move youngin', predators is soon coming
[00:18.766]Aggressive measures for the ones alive
[00:21.238]The issue is no nipple for the undersized
[00:23.869]Thrive for wealth, ignore the pastor
[00:26.324]Full of cruddy should've studied I Self Lord And Master
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[00:31.871][Verse 1: Ka]
[00:35.416]To calm hungry, mom Sunday would worship hard
[00:38.383]She knew her offspring thing was serve or starve
[00:40.592]Crime ignite, mind ain't right, surface scarred
[00:44.419]Thoughts clear of course, here it's referred as dogs
[00:46.138]We sprout from glass house hung on curbs of shards
[00:49.136]As pedal jacks observed devil acts, word to God
[00:51.762]As a seed, I read ingredients of hurt and lard
[00:55.137]Warden the hood but my court good, search my heart
[00:57.652]Do it quick for ruger clip, make it burst apart
[01:00.705]Till then disperse, not a verse but a work of art
[01:03.435]Prepping today like it's the last night of feeding
[01:06.070]Figured the fast route since we've been cast out of Eden
[01:08.791]Rep the team that never left the scene
[01:11.527]Apparently arrogant from battling the Nephilim
[01:15.053]Get fronted on we run along with crew as ill
[01:17.564]Track back through a few, had steel nothing too grass hill
[01:20.555]You know us, go load up to touch robust
[01:23.769]Payback is delivered deliberate no rush
[01:26.153]Born in the jungle, yeah
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[01:32.475][Hook]
[01:47.609][Verse 2: Ka]
[01:55.169]Reared tough to get geared up no makeshift
[01:58.194]We ain't blood or straight bitch in your playlist
[02:00.599]Man moves can't rule in a state constant stasis
[02:03.135]Trying to ball proper not that Dr. Naismith
[02:06.444]Trust, crushed like a hair, get your wig pushed
[02:08.935]No bird in the hand, preferred grams by the big bush
[02:12.480]Just another lost soul strolling the crossroad
[02:15.345]We ain't speak, clicking heat is our Morse code
[02:17.978]We good in here but timid couldn't appear
[02:20.280]Top rook, spot shook through a hull of veneer
[02:22.240]Was mold in the friction, it's told in my diction
[02:25.457]Rolled low so po-po couldn't hold a submission
[02:28.800]No donning shackles, stiff-arm and tackle
[02:31.488]Or be in felon digs, selling cigs to glom some mackerel
[02:34.705]All the live words and proverbs, the psalms is factual
[02:39.686]Soul connected with gold collected, bond is natural
[02:40.629][Outro]
[03:15.510]Now what kinda player am I? Am I an offensive man or a defensive man? That’s right, I’m neither. I play my opponent. If he likes to attack, I force him to defend himself. If he’s a cautious man, I draw him into dangerous waters