Jungle Love (feat. MED & Guilty Simpson)

Guilty Simpson

My **** Med

J Dilla!

Raw shit

Prolific, flow like blow, sniff it

And get zooted, banging that dope music

My mind is set – this year, **** better step it up

I get the job done way before the check is cut

I don't write raps for free (Fuck that)

If I did, I won't make it like Shaq from three

My motto is simple:

"Without that loot, your instrumentals stay instrumentals"

A blind man could see the kid's potential

And take notice, so I grind and stay focused

If I was any hotter, I'd drink straight vodka, spit out flames, and piss lava

That hot, fam, try again

That's why I got hoes like firemen

You could plug 'em up to hydrants

I should push a big red truck with sirens

Got a flow that'll stop beginners

I maul y'all like a shopping center

Every time I yell, I say

"J Detroit I to the L-L-A"

J Detroit I to the L-L-A

J Detroit I to the L-L-A

J Detroit I to the L-L-A

J Detroit I to the L-L-A

With that raw shit

Turn it up loud in your car shit

Finger tips split that cigar shit

Let's smoke, ****!

Holla at your mans, I'll blow with ya

That raw shit

Turn it up loud in your car shit

Finger tips split that cigar shit

Let's smoke, ****!

Holla at your mans, I'll blow with ya

J Detroit I to the L-L-A

J Detroit I to the L-L-A

J Detroit I to the L-L-A

J Detroit I to the L-L-A

I bang nothing but that raw shit

Neighbors bang on the wall, pissed from the noise and the blunt scent

With a chick, getting blown like a trumpet

They're wondering how I stand still and still run this

Full stomach, hunger in the eyes, greedy

In your speezy, takin' shit like "****, you don't need these"

Titles and mics, homie, you don't need these

My CD's tight like six **** in a Sea Breeze

I flow so sick and won't sneeze

My set holds traps, with no cheese

Wrap G's, rubberband, one hand, I'll part your gold teeth

J Dilla, my ****, I call him O.G

The street symphony, epitome

The underdogs who grind hard for the victory

Get them weak rhymes outta my face

I clap 16 bars that might catch me a case

I'm back, don't stop 'til my lungs collapse

'Til then close your eyes, ****, imagine that