It started on the sands of land of the mother

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 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 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