Sammy B is on the cut
 Sammy B is on the cut
 Sammy B is on the cut
 Sammy Beeeeeeeeeeeeeee

 A: Ha hah, one two
 G: One two
 A: One two
 G: How we gonna do this?
 A: What we have here...
 G: Ya
 A: Is the Jungle Brothers...
 G: Yeah
 A: On a black piece of wax
 G: Yeah, my name is Mike G
 A: Uh huh
 G: On the mix is Sammy B
 First in line to kick the rhyme, Jungle Brother...
 A: Shazzam
 G: Yeah
 A: One big scratch, here we go

 Afrika:

 Well, I'm a sure shot shooter and I'm the big shot
 The big shot, yes the biggest, and I know I'm hot
 Say I'm the baddest, just the baddest and I'm on the top
 Sucker MC's try to stop me, but I won't stop
 As I adjust and discuss all the rhymes I bust
 I leave 'em all in the dust when I start the thrust
 They try to catch me on the mic, but I'm hard to chase
 I'm the ace in the place kickin' rhymes in your face
 I'm outright, oustanding, outrageous, I'm smokin
 Never play on the mic, no jivin', no jokin
 Not a double-talker, so I don't double-talk
 Ladies clock, finger-pop to the rhythm of a hawk
 But I ignore the temptation, avoid the sensation
 Reputation's at stake, but I won't break
 I just chill, ill, let loose all my skill
 I make a list of all the ladies that my skill will thrill

 Mike G:

 Now, my tasty technique tantalises your taste
 As my rhymes rock and roll right through this place
 I never fade away for forfeit or fess
 And my beat is a beat bound to be best
 Clowns craze and chase me 'cause I'm so cool
 As I ridicule the rule and fool the fool
 Ignite the party, excite the crowd
 I'll make the quietest person wanna go and get loud
 I'll make the hot get hotter when I start to rap
 And my reward for goin' off is to hear people clap
 I'm a monster for music, and my means are to move
 Guys and gals'll get gray when it's time to groove
 I'm a sexy sucker, but the mind is sane
 Having nothing to lose but only goals to gain
 By my side, I'm supplied with the best of the best
 Sammy B and Shazam which means there's no contest

 Afrika:

 Well, I'm an MC debator, rhyme regulator
 Cool creator, rapper, not a raper
 A damn good fighter, party highlighter
 Lady exciter, writer, not a biter
 Suckers lookin' to me, say, "What you think they see?"
 They see a fresh, fantastic, fly, funky MC
 They try to study my style, use and abuse it for a while
 'Til I take 'em to court and have 'em put on trial
 I let Mike G judge 'em, put 'em on the case
 Sammy B, you be my lawyer to put 'em to disgrace
 You see, I never have to worry, 'cause they both got my back
 Sammy B for the fader, Mike G for the rap

 Mike G:

 The more suckers I burn, the better suckers will learn
 That Mike G is takin' his turn to earn
 Havin' the time, the rhyme, I'm gonna get mine
 And it pushes the thought of suckers further out of my mind
 'Cause as I rhyme to my peep, suckers smoke the cheap
 And butlers take down my orders from the words that I speak
 Because I'm strong like a horse and loud like thunder
 You mess with me, you'll be 60 feet under
 In a jungle with a force, on a straight-forward course
 And if you don't join the jungle, you should feel remorse

 Break

 Afrika:

 Ah yeah
 Yes yes y'all and you don't stop
 You keep on to the break of dawn
 You keep on to the break of dawn
 You gotta be on time when you bust your rhyme
 And you can't be wack when you rap the rap
 You gotta get on the mic and do your best
 For the people in the north, south, east and west
 Like you can't judge a book by it's cover
 If you listen, you will learn from a jungle brother
 Like that y'all, and you don't stop
 You keep on to the early morn
 Hey yo, I'm outta here