Lyric Braggin And Boastin
Intro: Afrika & Mike G
Sammy B is on the cut
Sammy B is on the cut
Sammy B is on the cut
Sammy Beeeeeeeeeeeeeee
A: Ha hah, one two
G: One two
A: One two
G: How we gonna do this?
A: What we have here...
G: Ya
A: Is the Jungle Brothers...
G: Yeah
A: On a black piece of wax
G: Yeah, my name is Mike G
A: Uh huh
G: On the mix is Sammy B
First in line to kick the rhyme, Jungle Brother...
A: Shazzam
G: Yeah
A: One big scratch, here we go
Afrika:
Well, I m a sure shot shooter and I m the big shot
The big shot, yes the biggest, and I know I m hot
Say I m the baddest, just the baddest and I m on the top
Sucker MC s try to stop me, but I won t stop
As I adjust and discuss all the rhymes I bust
I leave em all in the dust when I start the thrust
They try to catch me on the mic, but I m hard to chase
I m the ace in the place kickin rhymes in your face
I m outright, oustanding, outrageous, I m smokin
Never play on the mic, no jivin , no jokin
Not a double-talker, so I don t double-talk
Ladies clock, finger-pop to the rhythm of a hawk
But I ignore the temptation, avoid the sensation
Reputation s at stake, but I won t break
I just chill, ill, let loose all my skill
I make a list of all the ladies that my skill will thrill
Mike G:
Now, my tasty technique tantalises your taste
As my rhymes rock and roll right through this place
I never fade away for forfeit or fess
And my beat is a beat bound to be best
Clowns craze and chase me cause I m so cool
As I ridicule the rule and fool the fool
Ignite the party, excite the crowd
I ll make the quietest person wanna go and get loud
I ll make the hot get hotter when I start to rap
And my reward for goin off is to hear people clap
I m a monster for music, and my means are to move
Guys and gals ll get gray when it s time to groove
I m a sexy sucker, but the mind is sane
Having nothing to lose but only goals to gain
By my side, I m supplied with the best of the best
Sammy B and Shazam which means there s no contest
Afrika:
Well, I m an MC debator, rhyme regulator
Cool creator, rapper, not a raper
A damn good fighter, party highlighter
Lady exciter, writer, not a biter
Suckers lookin to me, say, "What you think they see?"
They see a fresh, fantastic, fly, funky MC
They try to study my style, use and abuse it for a while
Til I take em to court and have em put on trial
I let Mike G judge em, put em on the case
Sammy B, you be my lawyer to put em to disgrace
You see, I never have to worry, cause they both got my back
Sammy B for the fader, Mike G for the rap
Mike G:
The more suckers I burn, the better suckers will learn
That Mike G is takin his turn to earn
Havin the time, the rhyme, I m gonna get mine
And it pushes the thought of suckers further out of my mind
Cause as I rhyme to my peep, suckers smoke the cheap
And butlers take down my orders from the words that I speak
Because I m strong like a horse and loud like thunder
You mess with me, you ll be 60 feet under
In a jungle with a force, on a straight-forward course
And if you don t join the jungle, you should feel remorse
Break
Afrika:
Ah yeah
Yes yes y all and you don t stop
You keep on to the break of dawn
You keep on to the break of dawn
You gotta be on time when you bust your rhyme
And you can t be wack when you rap the rap
You gotta get on the mic and do your best
For the people in the north, south, east and west
Like you can t judge a book by it s cover
If you listen, you will learn from a jungle brother
Like that y all, and you don t stop
You keep on to the early morn
Hey yo, I m outta here
Sammy B is on the cut
Sammy B is on the cut
Sammy B is on the cut
Sammy Beeeeeeeeeeeeeee
A: Ha hah, one two
G: One two
A: One two
G: How we gonna do this?
A: What we have here...
G: Ya
A: Is the Jungle Brothers...
G: Yeah
A: On a black piece of wax
G: Yeah, my name is Mike G
A: Uh huh
G: On the mix is Sammy B
First in line to kick the rhyme, Jungle Brother...
A: Shazzam
G: Yeah
A: One big scratch, here we go
Afrika:
Well, I m a sure shot shooter and I m the big shot
The big shot, yes the biggest, and I know I m hot
Say I m the baddest, just the baddest and I m on the top
Sucker MC s try to stop me, but I won t stop
As I adjust and discuss all the rhymes I bust
I leave em all in the dust when I start the thrust
They try to catch me on the mic, but I m hard to chase
I m the ace in the place kickin rhymes in your face
I m outright, oustanding, outrageous, I m smokin
Never play on the mic, no jivin , no jokin
Not a double-talker, so I don t double-talk
Ladies clock, finger-pop to the rhythm of a hawk
But I ignore the temptation, avoid the sensation
Reputation s at stake, but I won t break
I just chill, ill, let loose all my skill
I make a list of all the ladies that my skill will thrill
Mike G:
Now, my tasty technique tantalises your taste
As my rhymes rock and roll right through this place
I never fade away for forfeit or fess
And my beat is a beat bound to be best
Clowns craze and chase me cause I m so cool
As I ridicule the rule and fool the fool
Ignite the party, excite the crowd
I ll make the quietest person wanna go and get loud
I ll make the hot get hotter when I start to rap
And my reward for goin off is to hear people clap
I m a monster for music, and my means are to move
Guys and gals ll get gray when it s time to groove
I m a sexy sucker, but the mind is sane
Having nothing to lose but only goals to gain
By my side, I m supplied with the best of the best
Sammy B and Shazam which means there s no contest
Afrika:
Well, I m an MC debator, rhyme regulator
Cool creator, rapper, not a raper
A damn good fighter, party highlighter
Lady exciter, writer, not a biter
Suckers lookin to me, say, "What you think they see?"
They see a fresh, fantastic, fly, funky MC
They try to study my style, use and abuse it for a while
Til I take em to court and have em put on trial
I let Mike G judge em, put em on the case
Sammy B, you be my lawyer to put em to disgrace
You see, I never have to worry, cause they both got my back
Sammy B for the fader, Mike G for the rap
Mike G:
The more suckers I burn, the better suckers will learn
That Mike G is takin his turn to earn
Havin the time, the rhyme, I m gonna get mine
And it pushes the thought of suckers further out of my mind
Cause as I rhyme to my peep, suckers smoke the cheap
And butlers take down my orders from the words that I speak
Because I m strong like a horse and loud like thunder
You mess with me, you ll be 60 feet under
In a jungle with a force, on a straight-forward course
And if you don t join the jungle, you should feel remorse
Break
Afrika:
Ah yeah
Yes yes y all and you don t stop
You keep on to the break of dawn
You keep on to the break of dawn
You gotta be on time when you bust your rhyme
And you can t be wack when you rap the rap
You gotta get on the mic and do your best
For the people in the north, south, east and west
Like you can t judge a book by it s cover
If you listen, you will learn from a jungle brother
Like that y all, and you don t stop
You keep on to the early morn
Hey yo, I m outta here
