The Flying Dutchmen, Dave Vegas - The Jungle lyrics

Yo, Flying Dutchmen, motherfucker no way out

There's no way out of this jungle
That we live in every day we hustle
Make our way through struggle
More muscle if you expect to win, yeah
Time wait's for no man, pedal to the flo'
Man we breezing through light fo' sho and
It's our goal, fam, don't get in our way
Don't get in our way

Gotta make it, gotta take it, by any means
Friends becoming enemies
Get bit by the centipede
Center stage, center grade
The temperature's hot and risin'
Sent a few spun
Blood pressure boils over horizons
The tyrant in the climate of hell and baptism
Fire water for the sons and
Daughters that lack wisdom


In a cold world, naked, forsaken and lost
They feel my passion but they laughin' at me
Staked to a cross
Like, "Hold me down, son, " fuck that
I'm letting it burst and anybody in my way
You'll get laid in the dirt
Lying in the jungle, battle cat
The Dutchmen'll shatter tracks
Equalize your equasystem
Visions of my habitat
Lex Star search for red October
The dead lock soldier, you bled
Catch a head shot, it's over
Over and gone but the flowin' is strong
Matter of fact, just take a
Quote from this song, yo

There's no way out of this jungle
That we live in every day we hustle
Make our way through struggle
More muscle if you expect to win, yeah
Time wait's for no man, pedal to the flo'
Man we breezing through light fo' sho and
It's our goal, fam, don't get in our way
Don't get in our way

Cold winters, broke bitches with no winches
Five to ten sentence, cocaine
Scoping at gold Lexs breaking in old Benzs
Fiends shooting and smokin'
Drug sales keep my crew in the open
It's '9-8, my mind state is to find cake
Moving at a high rate, flee when we spot Jake
Kick in the doors tryin' to find the safe
But never was the type to put
The nine to your face
Sold weed copped the whip, crashed that
Copped another one
Fitz stole keys to a whip, got caught
Was troublesome did eleven months
Got out and stole another one but me
Lex and him on a track are still number one
In this habitat, it's not hard to grab a gat
But, it's hard to rise above
And never travel back
It's hard to get a buzz with
All these cats that rap
I spit it raw like every bar is a battle rap
Motherfucker

There's no way out of this jungle
That we live in every day we hustle
Make our way through struggle
More muscle if you expect to win, yeah
Time wait's for no man, pedal to the flo'
Man we breezing through light fo' sho and
It's our goal, fam, don't get in our way
(No, no)
Don't get in our way (We will not be stopped)
Don't get in our way
(Go hard till we reach the top)
Don't get in our way (We will not be stopped)
Don't get in our way, no, no, no
Don't get in our way (We will not be stopped)
Don't get in our way, no
(Go hard till we reach the top)
Don't get in our way, get in our
Way, no, no, no, no, no, no

Seeking the silk and spices of the far East
Sailed around the Southern tip
Of Africa, the Cape of Good Hope
Often battered by severe storms
Navigating the cape
Is a most treacherous undertaking
Here, legend says
Is born the story of the most
Famous of all ghost ships, the Flying
Dutchman her story begins in 1680
When a Dutch captain named
Philip Vanderdecken swears a
Curse against God that he'll
Succeed in rounding the
Cape if he has to keep trying until
Judgement Day the ship and
Her crew never returned
Home but they are seen again -
Not as flesh and bone or wood and canvas
- but as a spectral vision a sea-going
Ghost sailors return home and tell of seeing
The Flying Dutchman and her cursed crew
Often before experiencing a disaster
Of their own
They have passed down the tale that
No soul aboard the Dutchman can rest
Unless another sailor takes it's place