Wicked (feat. Fliptrix)

We get wicked, wicked, wicked and wild

Junglist up in your town, yeah

We get wicked, wicked, wicked and wild

You know you've got to get down, yeah

We get wicked, wicked, wicked and wild

Junglist up in your town, yeah

We get wicked, wicked, wicked and wild

You know you've got to get down, yeah

Can't hold it in, spraying all over your walls

Cubicles filled up with sick, you can't ignore

Floor smelling like death from my balls, Friday night brawls

Lean spirits got me feeling wicked, winner takes all

Who want it? Feeling flyer than Logic

I Shaka Zulu your boo boo, slamming like onyx

She's likes my vibe on it, the junglist, I get it popping

Naughty by nature, swinging high above Gotham

Hydraulic flow, boy bobbing like your head nodding

No instructions, brucking up the function

Junglist up in the bitch with a mad concoction

Surrounded me snakes, l still be a boss with it

Suffocate the fake, the truth is fully locked in

Wild style, mosh pitting with a conscience

He's a problem, deal with it, I'm not stopping

Until I dent the universe, there's no other option

We get wicked, wicked, wicked and wild

Junglist up in your town, yeah

We get wicked, wicked, wicked and wild

You know you've got to get down, yeah

We get wicked, wicked, wicked and wild

Junglist up in your town, yeah

We get wicked, wicked, wicked and wild

You know you've got to get down, yeah

Yo, wha, wha, wha, hold up, can you smell the aroma?

This the stoner flow beat like he the Noah

Can u even grasps where he is?

The boy who took a risk, now I'm in this bitch

I came into the city like a boss from the sticks now I'm talking allmy shit

Now I'm talking all my, lookin' out the window for my Lois

Sky high outing for the solace

Getting shit done 'cause tomorrow ain't promised

Playa, you might get sonned, if you fucking with the brothers

Ooh, bad boy, bad boy Kof, he's always on a high from a damn dose

They keep shit-talking, like is that so?

I sense the lies in you with my back

Listen this the Fab Four they saying, "Baby, j'adore"

I say, "Enchanté, give 'em the encore"

They like it raw, raw, say, "Gimmie the bom bom"

They like it raw, raw, say, "Gimmie the bom bom"

We get wicked, wicked, wicked and wild

Junglist up in your town, yeah

We get wicked, wicked, wicked and wild

You know you've got to get down, yeah

We get wicked, wicked, wicked and wild

Junglist up in your town, yeah

We get wicked, wicked, wicked and wild

You know you've got to get down, yeah

Stepping up on the microphone, you know I'm bound to rip it

It's the Jungle Brown and Fliptrix and we're spinning through your district

Cah we've bin out, never do I chill out

The pressure in my pen will make every selector wheel tracks

Even if there was a drought, I'd never stick no snout in my zoogie

When I bill that Girl Scout Cookie

Not no rookie, it's the real dank

24 hours later, whole place still stank

Rest in power to my boy Pow, that's real fam

Many man make noise like steel pan bands

For the real man who ain't on the lands

We keeping it growing like plants, that's the plans

Forever catching bants, linking up with the fam

I'm highly focused, they're on stand-by

Dropping mad bangers till we're blowing up like land mines

Licking the shots, whether or not my job has got my hands tied

It's only hip-hop up in my shop though, aight

We get wicked, wicked, wicked and wild

Junglist up in your town, yeah

We get wicked, wicked, wicked and wild

You know you've got to get down, yeah

We get wicked, wicked, wicked and wild

Junglist up in your town, yeah

We get wicked, wicked, wicked and wild

You know you've got to get down, yeah