Word to mother  king like my father
 My style survived slave ships  whips  and chains  hardships
 Still through all this the praise roll off my lips
 Bring your guns  chains and tone force your religion
 On me cut my hair  the vibes still exist
 To destroy the molesters of my heritage
 But they conceal the drums of evil  my loyal lineage
 King of kings, God of gods
 Like my ancestors drums I beat the odds
 More mics killed than slaves during the middle passages
 Who rapes and ravages and calls us savage?
 Jungle bunny, I'm not mo' funny, I'm mo' deadly
 They know one day we'll learn how to use it
 That's why they fear our jungle music

 (Premier scratches "In the J-U-N-G-L-E")

 We went from pyramids to the ghetto
 Still my sounds make devils tumble like the walls of Jerico
 Chant my paower to devour all the snakes and rats
 Extrasensory perception to avoid all traps
 Make a joyful noise unto the Lord
 In the sancuary of your caves white kids press record
 As my mystic music spread from sea to galaxy
 It's inevitable, you can't stop me
 Try to carbon copy, but it always comes out sloppy
 You can't outrap me, you can't outrock me
 Like the dreads on my head, you try and lock me
 Down underground, but I bounce to the jungle
 Melodies, that flows like the breeze
 Through the trees, like my forefathers, command the wind and seas
 With my jungle music

 (Premier does his thing)

 Unga bunga binga
 Sound warrior, I'll take your head more than a rap singer
 Enlightener, with the mitre
 Make the forces of my nature smite ya
 Over the airwaves, powers are released
 Holy music destroy the savage beast
 I'll beat the devil like a Niyabini drummer
 Beasts his drum, this beat will drum through the summer
 Try to hold us back with all the strength you can muster
 You'll hear a sound similar to the one Custer
 Heard before he got ambushed, you'll get ambushed
 For taking this back to Kush
 For too long you've abused it
 On the low used it, and called it jungle music

 (Premier scratches