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 

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 

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 music destroy the savage beast 
I'll beat the devil like a Niyabini drummer 
Beasts his drum, this beat will drum through the summer 
Try to hold us back with all the strength you can muster 
You'll hear a sound similar to the one Custer 
Heard before he got ambushed, you'll get ambushed 
For taking this back to Kush 
For too long you've abused it 
On the low used it, and called it jungle music