he knew jungle

the proof is in the pudding the pudding I'm putting down my logic nigga I'm picking up my glocc my nigga sticking with the whole flock my nigga we gots dem bangs we gots dem booms we gots dem hollow tip shells that clear the room then consume the aftermath of unrekonciled Doom I can feel it it still looms around dem goons around dem tombs buried alive on park ave real soon real soon now I'm in tune with my savage side my ravage side the side that got the respect I needed in my desperate times in my bloody crimes. in the hands of what ever time it. was when I said cut me out a few lines yeah my kind my kind of lines the ones that's got you blurry slurry walkin back inside in a hurry with one thing on mind tis dude ain't my kind I guess that he might find and define time by the cross hares of libertyand justice for all then I saw the proof on a down low scoop dat it's all relative to the size of are steeple peoe plsmy peeps my niggas my niggas shout with.me who will woo we want to feel free and that's me that's me peace homie later