I use words to paint pictures Peep how I got niggas with bodies askin' me for ten cents to got hit ya Look my name up in the law book, Curtis Jackson
soldiers to save Puts jawbones on their tombstones and flatters their graves Puts the pied pipers in prison and fattens the slaves Then sends them out to the jungle
the nightingale tune, Bird fly high by the light of the moon, Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman. Well, the Book of Leviticus and Deuteronomy, The law of the jungle
Up in your neck of the woods so you can live again Who is the cock in the coupe which part the chicken in And dem copy the books that I have written in
pretty I like the tee shirts In Borneo Some wear Bob Marley Others in Playboy Or Duvalier Make the last plane come Let me rise through the cloudy above With a book
the saints and apostles Backin' up from behind. Black eyed looks from those Bible books. He's a man with a mission Got a serious mind. There was a woman in the jungle
pretty i like the tee shirts in borneo some wear bob marley others in playboy or duvalier make the last plane come let me rise through the cloudy above with a book
: The fisherman comes up Puts his two poles in the sand He stares out at the sea Just exactly like me But I've got a book in my hand We will have caught
do they hide the truth from us, or are we just too scared to look They say the truth is safe from niggaz in books Because we dont read, so we dont really
Would it betray the sky and return to your cage In the river above Can I fold back the pages and just take one look into your jungle book Refrain:
an excuse to let loose What's your locomotive, the chatta nigga choo choo? [Hook 2X: Andre 3000 + Erykah Badu] Humble as a mumble in the jungle of shouts
steaming jungle The eerie sound of the voodoo drums tell us that This is the night [Witchdoctor] My confess We sinners lord Dez only 1 [Chorus] Book
stove to heat us, Powder eggs and government cheeses, The calendar was Martin, JFK, & Jesus, Gotta be fresh Go to school with fly sneakers. Schools with outdated books
in a coroner van D-Block [Chorus 2X: Nas] THEY SHOOTIN! Ah made you look You a slave to a page in my rhyme book Gettin big money, playboy your time
With Bravehearts guns in the party Waves, braids, and boldly, Trademarks to army Is that Horse it must be I heard he husky Yeah, there go jungle eyes
improve Their party wey dey rule And when e come refuse [Chei] Them go start to dey dey confused Them go want to dey use excuse To infuse wetin no dey for book
soldiers to save Put jawbones on their tombstones and flatters their graves Puts the pied pipers in prison and fattens the slaves Then sends them out to the jungle
life If I ain't the best baller, I'm right after Mike Cockier than the nigga that make (Flashing Lights) I'm the king of the jungle I'll stop all the