Pharoahe Monch, Talib Kweli, The Last Emperor - Jungle Freestyle (Tim Westwood) lyrics

You see them gorillas over there in
The park? They my niggas
After dark we spark up and pull triggers
You gotta talk Urang Utan
Slang and pull capers
The cops are the cheetahz in the
Trees or the sky scrapers
Speakin' of jungle we often rumble for loot
Some of us just stumble around
Hi to boo - Pfsshoo you'll get shot, shit
Play humble like last year when a white
Man tried to capture my uncle
When you come through you can
Get bumped too if you don't got at least
Four-five gorillas amongst you
The bigotry here will shock and
Amaze, 41 shot is hot, about and ablaze
If not, they ship your ass to
The Bronx in a cage
And to the Island when you spend
Your time countin' the days
But still acting vulture-ly, this kinda
Ill, we blow mills
They make a killin' and build
New landz in the jungle

Yo, one time in tha place to be
The illest niggas you'll hear on the BBC
A lot of cats like to get
On the microphone and front
Steady rollin' the paper like
They ran outta blunts
Tell you how much they sound
Scared of the month
The man tells you to jump
You threw it - we'll never let
The man take advantage of us
You get props off the diamonds you rented, I
Get my props for the rhymes I invented
Cause, I spoke my mind and I meant it
Like Tae Bo with a bowtie
Kick yo' ass with class
And I still take it to Brooklyn
When I'm ready to splash
Me and Hi Tek got shit ready to
Blast, I'm never ready to last
I stay hungry like I'm ready to fast
Married to the movement like a Betty
(Shabazz?) a rhyme veteran, you actin' a
Real bitch right now
Like a lesbian thesbian
So let me in the pack, I've been
Dropping jewels, plugged in
Like pasta noodles
And stayin' fresh and clean like hospitals
In the world of Chris Poppins
Big wallet to wrist watchin'
You ever think your wrist
Watch is watching you?
That's why the cops is stoppin' you?
Nigga please, they can track you anywhere
Through cell phones transmitting radiation
Through your ear a two way is way too
New and obsolete next year
Navigational system shows you how
To get there
If you ain't thinkin' 'bout how you got here
Then do you know where you are?
What happened today
Well back in the day they
Used to follow the stars
I distilled it so much you need
To catch it in bottles and
Jars and make emcees eat their
Words and swollow their bars oh my god

Yeah, yeah y'all, Last Emp y'all
Check it out y'all, bust it-
Yo, Last Emp is in da house
Now don't y'all go trippin'
I break rappers up like Tom
Cruise - Nicole Kidman
Hijack a Concorde jet full of gold shipments
Animalistic rapper that is known
For throat rippin' a lot of people know me
As the Great Pretender
A college graduate and a gang member
But ever since then I been
Tryin' to convince y'all that
I'm just a robot that was
Built by Prince Paul you know you heard the
Voice before somewhere, and when
I said I was the Emp, you said "Oh, yeah!"
"That brother who dissed the CIA with Kris
So he's nice!"
Ow yeah, y'all know what time it is
What it is? I got a
Style that's mentally powerdriven
A symbol of these interesting times
That we live in now listen close, as the
Best explanation is given
While parents enjoyin' them lyrics I
Be kickin' to the children:
I'm raw hardcore but easy on the violence
The perfect combination of
Sorcery and science
Uh, you know another rapper, tell
Him not to try it
And look at me as this 21st century tyrant
Who controls the mic like helicopter pilot
A man on small knees with the
Power to drop a giant
With fans of all ages "Children, run out
To buy it! Batteries not included
Some assembly required"

Like that y'all, it's like that y'all
Ayo, Westwood drop it
And keep it animated just
Like Wallace and Grommit
Like that y'all, it's like that y'all, it's
Like that-at-at-that, ayo we can't fall
Rawkus y'all

(Last Emp and Pharoahe can't stop laughing)

What up Pharoahe?

I don't know what to say so I'mma freestyle
I let my cats get busy in the meanwhile
I got my man Chaps, he
Represent the Shark Body
We come to Jam In The Park
And we rock the whole party
I got my girl singing background
Yo, if you got my album you gotta
Put it back down on the turntable
Ayo, I burn stable nigga, ayo I come through
You just like fable niggas
(Aesop?) , Ayo peep the way that I rock
I come through like Long Island on a
Ayo I come though like Long Island with the
Ayo you know how I do it when I drop
Like a bomb, like Flexican Westwood
Y' know it's all good, we all from the hood
Like we do it, yo I
Ain't checkin' for you nerds
Yo I'm dark like cigar reserve
Yo the way I drop my bars
All the cars don't swerve
Goin' the wrong way
I go long way from the express way my way
I'm just buggin'
Y'all like my cousin or my fam
Give me a slap on the black
Hand side, come through yo
Hop back in the ride
Take it back to Brooklyn, the
Melting Pot was cookin'
You could tell it was hot
When they overcrowded Central Booking
Everytime you lookin', cats took
It for they jewelery
African-Asian-Jewish communities
Yo, lyrics so deep that it
Reads like a eulogy
Yo you die - don't ever get confusing me
Ayo, this is how we do it, ancient like
(Truarts?) when we flowin' like fluid
Yo, we rockin' over the beat
As Erick's on the music
Yo, we come through, it's the truest
Yo we on yo i'm just buggin', yo I said that
Three times but I got three rhymes
It's like I got three minds the
Way I come with ill lines
Ayo, my man Pharoahe is one of a kind
Last Emp, he from Philly in the 2-1-5
I'm from the 7-18, and I keeps it live
On radio 1, I only just
Begun like Jimmy Castor, catch me
In The Village chillin' on Astor
Yo, it goes like Casper, after the rhyme