"Breakdown..." Round and round, upside down Living my live underneath the ground Never heard of and hardly seen A whole lot of talk about the Red, Black and Green So dirty you didn't want to deal with it So funky you didn't want to got with it But that's alright, no problem, cool Sent to the Earth to educate the fool Waiting around for my shell to crack After that you can't hold me back Looking out for the danger signs Jungle Bros bringing forth a change in times Left, right, some ask from which angle Straight up the middle, reality's the riddle Sending a message to the old and young Confused about where I come from What planet? What channel? What station? AfriKa from the Zulu Nation... Confused, no landing, no understanding But I knew not to give what life was demanding Found a new tab, thought I'd take a grab Tired of brothers who feign to backstab Beating a bigger drum, better days will come And if they don't come, I'll get up and make some First you crawl before you walk First you think before you talk I found in life that you wear a hard hat Protect your mind and bad things will stay back Vultures flocking around on corners Snakes slide through our law and order Years slip away and I get older Leaves hit the ground and it gets colder My heart pumps faster so I get bolder That's when I ask my brother to...take over! My mellow, Uncle Sam! (Ladies and gentlemen, live from the Planet Rock we have the J.Beeeeees...) You see some listen but still don't hear Some seem far but are real near I climb a mountain to reach a kingdom And if they're willing, sure I'll bring them Think to the needy and then to the greedy Rely on the heaven and earth to feed me Move to the motions of the moon (Take out your shades!) Cause the sun comes soon To plan my day I look at the sky I see rain and I still ask why... Broke the airwaves, trying to make waves Finally came through but came in mono Frequencies I kept on fighting Satelliting what I was writing Three years, finally got through Came through in stereo... So hello everybody and how ya'll doing? We gonna say a few words and keep on stepping People watching to see what we would do Live on air you heard us say to you: The city's a jungle and we are the brothers This so-called King Of The Jungle will run for cover All of your minds have been set into a trance So instead of fighting out our problems... We order ya'll to dance!
JUNGLE BROTHERS,R. KAISTEIN
SCHUBERT MUSIC PUBLISHING INC.