Brooklyknight - Sene, Jay Jennings

The unholy…

Raised in the jungle like Mowgli on 40's of that OE

Shorty sniffing Codeine, or climbing higher on that dope tree

Friends turned coke fiends, some do graffiti

Some use the needle cause they needy and they OD

Ain’t no picket fences, ain’t no oak trees

Halos on the benches, the condoms that the hoes leave

Hounded by the police, powder give you power

I’m from a place where even if you ain’t a gangster

If they fighting, then you fighting

If you aren’t, you a coward

Trains and the towers, and the planes and the power

Fighting for the things we think are ours (The jungle)

When the moon and stars collide

In the jungle, I reside

There will still be you and I

(The jungle)

When the clouds and sun collide

And the jungle starts to shine

There will still be you and I

(The jungle)

The unholy…

Raised in the jungle, ask the cheetahs and hyenas if they know me

G’s sipping E and J, Russian’s sipping Stoli

Mayor has the last laugh, puffing on a stogie

To cops you a body

That’s why we hate cops and we still scream

«Fuck Giuliani» like he tried to take our mommys

Rapper tailor made, don’t call me Gucci or Armani

Call me Mr. Magic Rapper, throw haikus right through your body

Heads are like a Greek myth, two faces on them probably

Do you right or do you dirty, in the park where you grow polly

People can relate to trying to do biz like they Gotti

But they’ll never own a crib or push they boo boo in Bugatti

Cuckoo in the lobby, ducking stick ups, stuck with Bobby’s (?)

Pumping six up in your body, on that liquor, doing shottys

Smoking sherm, bad live, good don’t learn

The hood don’t change, the books all burn

(The jungle)

When the moon and stars collide

In the jungle, I reside

There will still be you and I

(The jungle)

When the clouds and sun collide

And the jungle starts to shine

There will still be you and I

(The jungle)

And it’s about time that this Brooklynknight took the mic