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New collaboration by Hamburg's Angels of Libra with Joél Davíd.
lyrics
Walk the earth as a native
I don’t need to shave
The mighty men were brave
When they were slaying dwellers of the cave
I’m a child of the sun
Manipulating melanin
Feeling like Master Chief jettisoned out the pelican
Contributions to mankind, not worth mentioning
To the masses, hooked on pharmaceutical medicine
I’m an orator, disclaimer, rhetor of the reckoning
My undertone keeps you trembling like mescaline
I’m an MC by night, teacher by day
The lessons I write, like the bible
We read and we pray
I’m a speech maker, peace maker like Malcolm
Or Martin Luther, beware of the shooter
Law enforcing abuser, fucking with civil prosecutors
Innocent getting processed
Couple years for the Pothead
Cops been running the man hunt, now we see the off set
From Trayvon to Garner, Rodney King to Brown
In the South Bronx gunshots settle the evening sound
Standard life quality we good with
85% of the middle class been hoodwinked
Living how we should think
Concrete Jungle ain’t no living
Money makes the world go round
Jungle, so much killing, all the system does is frown
Jungle, ain’t no living, all the city does is frown
Jungle
Yo, fuck a chorus
My knowledge and wisdom is ancient like Horus
Make moves in the open, like an undercover florist
The system’s always porous, I’m coming through the back door
Then I disappear like Houdini through a trap door
3rd eye enlightened, awareness through the wickedness
I’m elevated, like a fucking abolitionist
You are what you eat so I consume like a nutritionist
I’m smelling loud, but I ain’t no exhibitionist
Pants above my waist, I ain’t showing you my genitals
I hate these posers, we only ride with generals
Head stronger than a militant
My sight is vigilant
Stop comparing them to me
Cus we ain’t equivalent
Homie please, I fly in overseas with different cheese
Terminal international, pick up the rental keys
Ain’t no living, money makes the world go round
Jungle, so much killing, all the system does is frown
Jungle, ain’t no living, all the city does is frown
Jungle
Simple but sophisticated
Just like DaVinci stated
(All the system does is frown)
Concrete jungle ain’t no living, money makes the world go round
Jungle, so much killing, all the system does is frown
Jungle, ain’t no living, all the city does is frown
Jungle
credits
released January 27, 2023
Written by Joél Davíd Guzman, Dennis Rux, Chris Haertel, David Nesselhauf, Lucas Kochbeck.
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