The Jungle Lyrics - P.t.s.d. - Post Traumatic Stress Disorder - Pharoahe Monch

Southside, you know we living in the jungle 

Brook'nam, you know we living in the jungle 

See them gorillas over there in the park, them my niggas 

After dark we get sparked up and pull triggers 

You gotta speak orangutan slang or pull capers 

The cops are the cheetahs and the trees are the skyscrapers 

See in the jungle we often rumble for loot 

Some of us just stumble around high off the booze, shoot 

You get shot, shit 

Play humble like last year when the cheetahs tried to catch my uncle 

When you come through, you could get bumped too 

If you don't got at least 4 to 5 gorillas amongst you 

The bigger tree hit 'em shocked and amazed 

41 shots hot, take you out in the blaze 

And if not, they ship your ass to the Bronx in a cage 

Into the island where you spend your time counting the days 

But still agriculturally, it's kind of ill, we blow mills 

They make a killing and build new lands in the jungle 

Shaolin, you know we living in the jungle 

Chi-town, you know we living in the jungle 

Westside, you know we living in the jungle 

I tell these chimpanzees who be carrying tools 

You don't wanna invest your life in a cesspool 

Pharmaceutical distributin', breaking the rules 

You need to take your monkey ass off to school 

And learn about Botswana, Sudan and Ghana 

Mozambique and speak of pride and honor 

I understand sometimes we all feel fenced in 

But utilize your mind to define dimensions 

Just then I lost the little monkey's attention 

As he stared into the distance focusing and squinting at a 

Beautiful gazelle that was grazing in the grass with 

Muscular legs and a rhinoceros ass 

But in the least case scenario I did try to tell him 

Hit him with some signs that was a little compelling 

Little gibbon on a mission, not unlike Magellan 

What you caught was some felons, crimes and drug selling in the jungle 

Yo, Ghana, you know we living in the jungle 

Cape Town, you know we living in the jungle 

Jo-burg, you know we living in the jungle 

I'm talking epileptic episodes off that Epinephrine 

That Albuterol and them other prescribed medicines 

A zombie in insomnia frecking the Amphetamines 

My moms had me smoking weed from the Netherlands at age 13 

Broke apart the scene, a lot of moist weed that was sticky and green 

See in the 80's it was wine-coolers and woolies 

The Facts of Life, crack, David Dinkins and toolies 

Mike Jack said "kick me, kike me, Jew me" 

Now all the white chicks in the world got booties 

He rap by popular demand 

And a nigga nosey on some Toucan Sam shit 

You not Florida A&M, you not fam, dawg 

That would be (Marco), that's my man 

My biceps will isolate with one hand 

The triceps will do reps and dip sets, but not Cam 

Scandal, governors busted, got damn 

Power to the people unite with one plan 

I used to write about green eggs and ham 

'Til I found out the Food and Drug Administration was a scam 

Now we steam vegetables, brown, forget the white rice 

My life is all I have, studying zeitgeist 

Lyrics bang now and again, sing like the Chi-Lites 

It's my right to use my power to shine my light 

To function, you know the function 

Yo, Pharoahe Monch, what's your motherfucking function? 

I go to Queens for queens, I eat organic in Brooklyn 

Swing on a vine over the swine and keep 'em shook 

And take the anaconda through the tunnels 

Through the Mecca where the piranha try to ball and style on the persona 

You know I keep it on the low like an iguana 

When the monikers never leave the crib without the llama in the... 

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