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Rumble in The Jungle Lyrics

"Rumble in The Jungle" was written by Andersson, Benny Goran Bror / Ulvaeus, Bjoern K. / Anderson, Stig / Fareed, Kamaal Ibn John / Taylor, Malik Izaak / Jean, Nel Wyclef / Michel, Samuel Prakazrel / Hill, Lauryn N. / Taylor, Chip / Forte, John E. / Smith, Trevor.
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"Rumble in The Jungle" was written by Andersson, Benny Goran Bror / Ulvaeus, Bjoern K. / Anderson, Stig / Fareed, Kamaal Ibn John / Taylor, Malik Izaak / Jean, Nel Wyclef / Michel, Samuel Prakazrel / Hill, Lauryn N. / Taylor, Chip / Forte, John E. / Smith, Trevor.
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(Come on)
Root to the fruit, more bass than Bootsy Collins
You verses me, that's like Ali verses Foreman
(Aha)

God's act, stand back and watch, Devil's time out
Can't be timed with no swatch watch, who I am? The black Abraham?
Zunga, zunga, zang, yellow man, Vietnam
Add an extra bar as I spar with literature
Taking kingdoms from tsars, winning more wars than the Moors

Hey, what's the deal? I seen the Devil spar with Allah
Mathematics was the key to set my whole race free
You might debate we, a refugee
No harm hurt me, dying, thirsty from the struggle
To my own hustle bubble, on the low, woe is me

To show the Free Bob right, the righteous Asiatic thinker
While Satan rob light, civilized like the Molly
Burgundy, wildy rocking seen the fifth when Ali clocked him
John Forte will keep you locked in

People all around, you got to recognize and witness
The Mister who swift enough to knock you out with Mic fitness
Hands blistered from holding the mics tight
Some say, it's fright night

Well, throw the R after the F 'cause I'm gonna take away your breath
The bell rings and now it's just a daily operation
Yo, you saw my lubrication, you can see this occupation
(The winner)
Eh, you know we're from Q-Borough
L-Booie and Clef the trainers, Prazwell promote the throw

We used to bite bullets with the pig skin casing
Now, we perfect slang like a gang of street masons
(Uh)
Scribe check make connects, true pyramid architects
(Yeah)
Replace the last name with the X, the man's got a God complex
(X)

But take the text and change the picture
Watch Muhammad play the messenger like Holy Muslim scriptures
Take orders from only God, only war when it's Jihad
See Ali appears in Zaire to reconnect 400 years

But we the people dark but equal give love to such things
To the man who made the fam' remember when we were kings
Blocks on fire, fiends getting higher
(Block's on fire tonight, uh, huh)

Robbing blue collar, killing for a dollar
(Hey, yo, we rob them blue collars, stick 'em up)
Youths get tired, we're dealing with them liars
(Ali, ah, yeah, Ali, ah, yeah, we're dealing with too many liars)

From Brooklyn to Zaire, we need a ghetto Messiah
(Uh, huh, ah, yeah, ah, yeah, come on)
Send me an angel in the morning, baby
Send me an angel in the morning, darling
Send me Muhammad in the morning, baby
Send me an angel in the morning, darling

Once the pen hits the pad it's danger, to this, I be no stranger
Step inside the ring and I'll derange you, I'm hearing no comments
(Come on)
Everyone looks despondent, dejected, rejected similar to Liston
Catching lists, beat it, sonny, my man is still the greatest in this

To hell with Frazier yappin' about that negative shit
Now listen, you can try and escape if you want to
But ask yourself, who the hell you gonna run to
Like Sade Abu you got a punch that I can sleep to
Fugees, Tribe, Busta Rhymes forever coming through

We sing Amazing Grace over two dollar plate
One roll snake eyes like Jake The Snake
Many lies put up for stakes, wash our sins at the Great Lakes
You and I cannot see eye to eye, so therefore we cannot relate

I'm here when I make myself crystal clear
You fled to Cape Fear when I laced you in Zaire
Tussle with a lasso in the Royal Rumble
Separate boys from men in the concrete jungle

I remember when Cassius Clay flipped the script, taking trips
To Zimbabwe, Africans started calling the God Ali Bumbaye
(So bwoy)
It be the God stricken, God nutrition, lightly stricken
(Ha)
Blow that make you feel like you was poison bitten

Ha, yo, I'm 'bout to blister you and your sister
Predicting every ass whipping before my fights my nigga
This be your last warning once you walk past the doorman
Ali and Foreman gonna lock ass until the morning

Marvelous finances provided by Joseph Mobutu
Special guests of honor like the Archbishop Desmond Tutu
We watched the Rumble In The Jungle
To see who be the targeted uncle to be the first to fall and fumble

Nuff blows they getting thrown, like solid milestones
Internally shaking up niggas, imbalance your chromosomes
With the force of a thousand warriors
When I bust your ass identify me as the lord victorious

Blocks on fire, fiends getting higher
(You're a star, blocks on fire, you're a star)
Robbing blue collar, killing for a dollar
(You're a star, yeah rob them blue collars, you're a star)

Youths get tired, we're dealing with them liars
(You're a star, youths getting tired, you're a star
We're dealing with too many liars)
From Brooklyn to Zaire, we need a ghetto Messiah
(You're a star)

Songwriters
ANDERSSON, BENNY GORAN BROR / ULVAEUS, BJOERN K. / ANDERSON, STIG / FAREED, KAMAAL IBN JOHN / TAYLOR, MALIK IZAAK / JEAN, NEL WYCLEF / MICHEL, SAMUEL PRAKAZREL / HILL, LAURYN N. / TAYLOR, CHIP / FORTE, JOHN E. / SMITH, TREVOR

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