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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
GZA
GZA
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gary Grice
Gary Grice
Composer
Curtis Mayfield
Curtis Mayfield
Composer
Roosevelt Harrell
Roosevelt Harrell
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tyquan
Tyquan
Producer
Bink
Bink
Co-Producer
Arabian Knight
Arabian Knight
Recording Engineer
Dragan "Chach" Cacinovic
Dragan "Chach" Cacinovic
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Welcome to the jungle where the cat loves to scratch
The rat squeals and the polar bear
Feasts on the blubber of seals
The pack of wolves be scheming on a bunch of gazelles
Where the leopards grab the wildebeests down by its tail
You see the chimps they grow hemps, they hustle with slinging trees
Elephants for security that move tons of leaves
The bluebirds arrest parrots that love to talk
Or eagles that stalk fresh water trout under the wing of the hawk
You see the vultures pick the pockets of whatever remain
In the brain we watch for the shadow of the lion's mane
Whose roar is loud enough to take the stripes from a zebra
He camouflage his bets and his spots of a cheetah
Shouldn't gamble with a cheetah and not expect to get beat
You silly goose, you know he moves fast on his feet
Now you're neck deep in debt with a bunch of loan sharks
So you move on a colony of ants with aardvarks, you see
Most of the everglades controlled by the gators
It was crashed by the crocs who came years later
See the locusts had swarmed with the bees
The tick moved with the fleas
The dragonflies and the wasps shared with the seas
The crab and the leeches sucked your blood flow
And they laugh like hyenas when they out to catch dough
See a million mosquito's from the west now
Carrying the virus that made the boars less wild
It's like the jungle sometimes
It's like the jungle sometimes
It's like the jungle sometimes
It's like the jungle sometimes
Out of fear the deer watch for the eye of the tiger
The clutch from the cobra and the venomous viper
Boa constrictors that cut your circulation
Most of their prayers die from broke bones and suffocation
The owls are private eyes that watch from the bark
Black panthers are the militant who strike in the dark
Porcupines had a rep for sticking everything that moved
In areas that the rhinos and hippos approved
And the giraffe was a lookout for gorillas in the mist
And the bats use their sonar to guide and assist
Those pelicans who smuggle contraband for the whale
While the skunks spray the scent to keep the dogs off the trail
The scorpion set up a sting for sly foxes
That use stool pigeons just to keep 'em in the boxes
While the black widow laid a web for the bachelor
Like daddy long leg and his hype man tarantula
They both prey on grasshoppers, beetles, and flies
And they all become instant meals the moment it dies
What costs little is of little worth
So some lose their lives wandering on the wrong turf
From birth they grow up walking the thin line
It's like the jungle sometimes
It's like the jungle sometimes
It's like the jungle sometimes
It's like the jungle sometimes
It's like the jungle sometimes
Written by: Curtis Mayfield, Gary Grice, Roosevelt Harrell
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