Jungle Music

Jeru The Damaja

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 lips



Bring your guns chains and tone force your religion



On me cut my hair the vibes still exist



To destroy the molesters of my heritage



But they conceal the drums of evil my loyal lineage



King of kings, God of gods



Like my ancestors drums I beat the odds



More mics killed than slaves during the middle passages



Who rapes and ravages and calls us savage?



Jungle bunny, I'm not mo' funny, I'm mo' deadly



They know one day we'll learn how to use it



That's why they fear our jungle music




(Premier scratches "In the J-U-N-G-L-E")




We went from pyramids to the ghetto



Still my sounds make devils tumble like the walls of Jerico



Chant my paower to devour all the snakes and rats



Extrasensory perception to avoid all traps



Make a joyful noise unto the Lord



In the sancuary of your caves white kids press record



As my mystic music spread from sea to galaxy



It's inevitable, you can't stop me



Try to carbon copy, but it always comes out sloppy



You can't outrap me, you can't outrock me



Like the dreads on my head, you try and lock me



Down underground, but I bounce to the jungle



Melodies, that flows like the breeze



Through the trees, like my forefathers, command the wind and seas



With my jungle music




(Premier does his thing)




Unga bunga binga



Sound warrior, I'll take your head more than a rap singer



Enlightener, with the mitre



Make the forces of my nature smite ya



Over the airwaves, powers are released



Holy musi