Amin — Zzzz

[Verse 1] Screamin' west side 'til I D-I-E, bitch You can see I'm inline To be the messiah, call me spitfire That's a fact, me no lie Your girlfriend hit me like "H-E-Y" She said, "Young Neezy, come please me" I cage in the stick, so she love me long time Shake that ass Shake it fast, girl, make it clap Bend your back Bend your back, girl, make it clap Mr. O'Reilly, please don't try me I'll turn your daughter from Topanga to Miley G-O-D to the five-o'-three And I tell 'em wake up 'cause the rap game sleep, like [Chorus] In the jungle, the mighty jungle The rap game sleeps tonight (awimbawe) In the jungle, the mighty jungle The rap game sleeps tonight (awimbawe) [Verse 2] I'm a young killa Fuck any dum-diddy-dum dum nigga Callin' all my real men, this shit is so cold That my nigga put his headphones on and they froze Askin' like, "How much a feature?" "Do you do eagers?" I say, I mean, hey "You like the coldest," "You prolly don't notice" I say "Okay, k" I-I, don't want a rap again Cause every time I spit, these niggas gettin' to fit in Don't hop on the beat if you can't hip-hop Rappers get scared when they shit gets flopped If you start to warm up, then they say it's all up Cause nobody give a fuck about they shit they drop [Chorus] In the jungle, the mighty jungle The rap game sleeps tonight (awimbawe) In the jungle, the mighty jungle The rap game sleeps tonight (awimbawe) [Interlude] Dem comin' for you Spit them bars, innit yute You need bars on top of bars, den All this melodic thing cool and all, but dem incident Me need a rap, dem, yutes Straight rap me some want What, ya think ya bad now? Bars, see mi say Run it [Bridge] Awimbawe, Awimbawe, Awimbawe, Awimbawe Awimbawe, Awimbawe, Awimbawe, Awimbawe Ah-wee oh awee-bum-bum buh-way Ah-wee oh awee-bum-bum buh-way [Verse 3] If I'm not in your top 5, I'm in a Tahoe Getting top by 5 hoes Fuck a mention, I don't pay attention Twitter make a twat, better makin' niggas do the most Look, I'm a R-A-P-P-E-R nigga So sick I'm always in the E-R nigga You a donkey of the day like a "he-haw" nigga And these niggas switch sides like a see-saw nigga Look, I don't get lost in the sauce, I'm gucci If I was a Pitt, man my nick name pucci Hoes call me Neezy, I say fo' sheezy Some days I'm Ghandi, and some days I'm Boosie The rap game sweet 'til I put the sour in it The rap game sleep 'til I put a power in it I could spit all day this easy money Rappers get scared so they reaching for me Wait, should I stop? No Pardon my manners, not here for dollars and cameras I am a rapper, mother fucker, D-D-D-D-D-Dare me Don't need to go for the kill, never gotta do plan it I got a tip-top bitch, she in tip-top shape Need protection like I got All-State Don't worry, baby, you in "good hands" Woulda, coulda, shoulda, niggas never do plan For the worst, baby, that's a shame The foolest minds do the foolest things The cutest kids do the darndest things But these rappers can't shine so they cop the bling, ding Is that a light bulb? Maybe it is The way the game lookin', man, it's breakin' in bits If a promoter wanna act like he ain't payin' me We'll give him hits and go ghost like we Amerie