jungle (remix)

yeah

i wear my chain to the game

but for the game i sip champagne from the world cup

oh yeah

i'm here to stir shit up

i pray on a hill in brazil

to christ the redeemer

but most kids worship us

i'm just warming up

i'm almost ready

turn it up a bit more in the headphones

check me out though

look

it's cops to dodge in the city of god

to reach the goals of these soccer stars

there's records to break

medals to take

flags to wave

the city is ours

there's ceilings to climb

the road winds

only lights is those from a beamer

it's nice to pray in front of christ the redeemer

if your god is bigger than my god up there

my god bigger than your god down here

whom shall i fear?

it's foretold by calogero

most bronx tales don't end well

especially when your own country treats you like an infidel

there's odds against it ends well

don't box me into the corner

i

float like a butterfly

sting like muhammad a

on training day i go too hard

ask antoine fuqua

i am godzilla of these favelas

new god flow

won't you follow me into the jungle?

ain't no god on these streets in the heart of the jungle

won't you follow me into the jungle?

ain't no god on my streets in the heart of the jungle

won't you follow me into the jungle

i lost my mind

in the city of lights

in the backstreets buildings and the neon lights

when i heard the thunder

i could feel the rain

it's the same to me

just a different name