Rumble in the Jungle - J.Period, The Fugees, A Tribe Called Quest

Root to the fruit

More bass than bootsy collins

You verses me Thats like ali verses foreman (a-ha)

Gods act, stand back and watch

Devils time out

Cant 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, whats 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

Civilised 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 recognise and witness

The mister who swift enough to knock you out with mic fitness

Hands blistered from holding the mics tight

Some say its fright night

Well throw the r after the f cause Im gonna take away your breath

The bell rings and now its just a daily operation

Yo, you saw my lubrication

You can see this occupation (the winner)

Eh, you know were 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 (x)

The mans got a God complex

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 its 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 (blocks on fire tonight)

Fiends getting higher (uh-huh)

Robbing blue collar

(hey yo we rob them blue collars)

Killing for a dollar (stick em up)

Youths get tired (ali ah yeah)

Were dealing with them liars (ali ah yeah)

(were dealing with too many liars)

From brooklyn to zaire (uh-huh ah yeah)

We need a ghetto messiah (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 its danger

To this I be no stranger

Step inside the ring and Ill derange you (come on)

Im hearing no comments

Everyone looks dispondent

Dejected, rejected similiar 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

Im 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

Seperate 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 Im 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

Marvellous finances provided by joseph mobutu

Special guests of honour 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 gettong thrown, like solid milestones

Internally shaking up niggas, imbalance your chromosones

With the force of a thousnad warriors

When I bust your ass identify me as the lord victorious

Blocks on fire (youre a star)

(blocks on fire)

Fiends getting higher (youre a star)

Robbing blue collar (youre a star)

(yeah rob them blue collars)

Killing for a dollar (youre a star)

Youths get tired (youre a star)

(youths getting tired)

Were dealing with them liars (youre a star)

(were dealing with too many liars)

From brooklyn to zaire (youre a star)

We need a ghetto messiah