I'm trying to get it ready
I'm trying
Just trying to see
Let's get it
The blasphemous undisputed
Yeah they told
No snitches be getting stitches because this concrete jungle
Leave ya itching with mange
If you're an animal
Ya hungry
Malnourished
Stomach bloated with lies
Just tryna get your next fix
Reach for the skies
Find the next thing
That'll put you on a pedestal
Now you're screaming for acknowledgement
(Yeah okay)
Something not heaven sent
(Yeah okay)
Got ya life on delay
Tryna find some relevance
It's hard to convince a crowd when no one ain't around to hear it
Turn on the lights and try to see
What's in front of ya face
Tryna contemplate
Whether it's worth it
I'll tell ya
Your friends will report it
Become a new foe against the unity
An enemy of progress
Looking for impunity
From the other side
Niggas will shoot up lies
And fill they veins With hypothetical rhymes
It's pretty sad
An insurgent
A spy if you will
We want all our melanin Kings and queens to be on our team
Inspired by the will of our demise
Catch a cash prize
Not a barter but an inhumane exchange
Society lays claims on ya freedom
Financial freedom
Ain't free from ya chest
Still buried the treasure
Tryna find ya way out of the grave
Society depraved
They was carving ya tombstone before they killed ya
Here lies the queen of the jungle
The one who rooted for all
But fatally found her Judas
Here lies the queen of the jungle
You can bury the body
But can't kill the spirit
Here lies the queen of the jungle
Her idea conjured fear
Enough To end it
So here lies the queen of the jungle
No tears just
Paul revere
The shit no longer friendly
They tried to f*cking end me
Starting from birth some niggas feared
Nat Turner