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[newspaper, newspaper, newspaper]

I welcomed everybody i invited to the crib.
It was good to finally see them,
So i asked them how they been [fine]
They answered fine, but worried about the changing time
I served them tea and then i kicked an herbal rhyme
Disciples got me paranoid, i can't avoid
The scriptures got me down as the paperboy [paper paper]
So as i travel through stone sand and gravel,
I pay no mind to babble, gossip and what have you.
'cause who would want to tamper with the book of rhmes pages? [pages]
Whatever had been written shall be shown to all stages [stages]
My destiny was fatal so i played it to the utmost, [utmost]
The daily news came, but it wasn't the new york post.
Hallelujah, a baby is born, her name is dijon
Now that's a sign and symbol that it won't be long

It was the
Book of rhyme, book of rhyme, book of rhyme pages (x3}

Some see the end, but then some see nothing
The pages keep on turning and my dj keeps on cutting.
My constant high on life combats stress and strife,
But there always comes a time when you must sacrifice
So my cells ripidy pop as the lovely lyrics drop
I'm never going back; i'm over stocked with stock
Cops and thiefs both practice same beliefs
So i run and make my own
So i don't need grief
Now i'm shakin' the rhythm up
I always drop chance
Cause in cups chance on gettin' goin' down
Chance on gettin' goin' up
Fun and games need not be played
Cause you make the wrong move and you will get slayed
Confused by thevoices of your spiritual choices
The jungle is a place that holds a many of forces.
Good and evil
Ragged and regal
So read book of life and make sure that you see to

Book of rhyme, book of rhyme, book of rhyme pages (x8)

Emcees want to compete with my book of rhyme pages
As a zulu, how shall we teach the lessons and the stages
There's four developing stages in the art of hip hop
And most of them developped from the snap crackle and pop
The first was the usage of an actual band,
The second was a drum machine made by a man,
The third was the human beats box and percussion
The fourth in line was samplin' and the the boof of rhyme bustin'
Some say it is illegal,
But according to my scriptures,
These are the tools that i'm to use
To help me paint my pictures,
To brag and boast is just a higher level of description
What only matters are the facts not the fictions
'cause anything is possible in the book of rhyme pages
Good frame of mind is what you need to make a split decision
The answer's in your face, so be sure to use your vision.
[rewind rewind]

Book of rhyme, book of rhyme, book of rhyme pages (x8)

* listed with this spelling or as "baby jungle brothers"

Ahhh yeah, ha ha hah!
How y'all doin, everybody alright?
Yeah, that's real good (uh-huh)
Remember me? heheh, i'm that guy
Hairy jungle brother, hehahahehah

Now i'm squattin, squattin on my treetop
Watchin, as the baby bam beat rocks
Now more people are knowin (knowin)
Why the mighty tribe is growin (growin)
As the vibe from the tribe keeps glowin (glowin)
The wind from the bass keeps blowin (blowin)
In time, in time, rememberin that rhyme
Just a little somethin, to tickle your mind
Now that i got your mind workin
Yeah, how the j beez workin?

Jungle brothers on the run, makin babies
A tribe kalled quest, first birth of the j beez

[q-tip]
Promo no. 1, q-tip had a fade
Promo no. 2, q-tip rocks braids
Ask mike g about society
I said in time yo behind you'll see
Ali shaheed, jarobi and phife
Up with the ? cause the ? means life
I'm poppin straight up so you can take the toll
From the j beez, to de la soul
Now there's a tribe that's comin
Brothers on the street hum along with the beat
And repeat that pattern i summoned
... "is it comin, is it comin?"
Indeed indeed, it's funky and groovy
... "but q-tip, do you really think it will move me?"
To el segundo and back hon
New funk is here, so come get some
Don't stump your hump, come bump your rump
To the rip-diddy-dip dip rhythm

Yeah, right about now i'd like to take out these few seconds
To say whassup to my sound system
Uncle sam, you alright? you alright?
Well alright..

{dj cuts "kick this"}

Some folks wanna know, what goes on
Some don't like the way the j beez carry on
Whassup with you brother, yea you black
The one with the red gold green applejack
Baby bam, i chose the name
I don't want the fame i just wanna play the game
Beads around my wrist and around my ankle
You bought my record so now i thank you
Now it's time for me to resurrect
I've got to move on and take the next step
Raise my soul from out the graveyard
Take my rap to another backyard
Use my mind to do somethin new
Somethin that your crew never thought to do
God up above, won't you help me
To gather my people in unity
The new year's here, so i'ma start like this
Everybody raise your right first

C'mon! let me hear you say yeahhh (yeahhh)
C'mon y'all, say oh yeah (ohh yeahh)
C'mon!

It's comin, it's comin (7x)
Peace!
Red alert alert