Jungle Scene

It's like a jungle in this jumbled scene with a bunch of bumble bees, tumble weeds and crumbled leaves

We're leaving humbled G's in a stump, stumble and mumbling

With no more bark from these OG's, treat 'em like oak trees strip 'em down to their growth rings

So they won't be shaded from our light like their Oakley's(oak leaves)

I may be boasting but our whole team is a bunch of superior lyricists who flow clean

A light gleam, bright beam the exciting sightseeing highly regarded fire breathing mic beasts who you might deem slightly frightening

But oh gee(OG), by no means so please don't hold me to the same standards as these oldies

I'm just evoking the spirits of dead homies whose merits are reflected and mirrored

And I'm expected to fear it, but I learned from the best, earned my respect so they can rest when they hear it

My destiny's nearin', so to heck with these spirits in my head that I'm hearin'

I'm blessed but don't expect me to cherish all those who have perished

I'll be the next to inherit this title it's imperative, it's vital, but in all fairness I'm liable to get careless in my role

Lose awareness and spiral like an outta control pyro

Set fire to the microphone let the maestro get hydro blown, recycle a psycho clone 'cause not even a killer wants to die alone

 

(CHORUS)

Oh, there I go

I said I wouldn't it's unfair I know

But you can't compare my flow

It's as fresh as the pure white snow