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(Lyrics) Priddy Ugly ft Blxckie & H-D – Dead Jungle

Priddy Ugly Dead Jungle Lyrics
Priddy Ugly Dead Jungle Lyrics

Priddy Ugly Dead Jungle Lyrics: Here are the lyrics of “Dead Jungle” by Priddy Ugly featuring Blxckie and H-D; taken off his recent album “Soil”.

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Priddy Ugly Dead Jungle Lyrics

[Chorus: Priddy Ugly]
Dead jungle
Where cocky niggas get humbled
Gorillas, they fight bare-knuckle
And killers don’t scare my uncles, yah
Dead jungle
Gorillas, they fight bare-knuckle
Tear muscle, get your head crumbled
If you black then we all share a struggle

[Verse 1: Priddy Ugly]
Blood diamonds
The woods teach you to love violence
A lotta hood niggas really love dyin’
Loud cries, the guns not silent, guns unlicensed
Drunk diallin’
Before I die, need at least one island
Climb trees, we don’t need to pump iron
We got orangutans that crush lions, dawg
When you at the bottom and it’s rotten
Know it’s common, who the poorest is
They often put us in a coffin after pickin’ cotton
We were poor as shit
My city feel Gotham, they forgot that we were plottin’
Couldn’t afford the kicks
Picking flowers like a florist did
Why you burning trees up where the forest is?
Who’d you call?
When you can’t trust the police or the law
Who’s involved?
You call for help, the popo makin’ booty calls
These goons evolved, when duty calls you know the clues dissolve
They shoot your calve and your problem never really truly solved
Bless the native youth
Walk on water with some gator shoes
Fuck were you when we were fightin’ sabretooths?
Streets are hot, you gotta play it cool
You not a boss if you don’t pay your troops
If they kill you, then you made them shoot
I move with an ape or two
They end your life to get the latest shoes

[Chorus: Priddy Ugly]
Dead jungle
Where cocky niggas get humbled
Gorillas, they fight bare-knuckle
And killers don’t scare my uncles, yah
Dead jungle
Gorillas, they fight bare-knuckle
Tear muscle, get your head crumbled
If you black then we all share a struggle

[Verse 2: Blxckie]
(Ye ye ye ye)
S-H-B from the B’s
Cash rules everything around me
Grade 7 had a goney in my back like a pencil case or sumn
I don’t know another (Hol’ up)
I don’t need another life
I swear there’s demons in the heights
Faded and I ain’t shining twice
[?] left that nigga fightin’ for his life, ye
Stick to the street code
I can’t walk in that bitch with my eyes closed
I still got a very dark soul
[?] like he got a runny nose
Hopped on I’m actin’ like 6
Zulu boy made it out, why not me?
I just put in couple bars, yeah with ease
You said that there’s money there? Let me see
Ngizizwa ngiphephile meng’hleli elokishin’
I said I’ma shoot and he thought that I’m kiddin’
Police [?], that shit litty
I stay on the move, I can’t go down like Jimmy (R.I.P)
Wonder what happened on kizzy
That nigga my Brodie, we used to get busy (Ye)
Don’t give a fuck if you feel me
I came from the sewer, ain’t nothin’ more shitty

[Chorus: Priddy Ugly]
Dead jungle
Where cocky niggas get humbled
Gorillas, they fight bare-knuckle
And killers don’t scare my uncles, yah
Dead jungle
Gorillas, they fight bare-knuckle
Tear muscle, get your head crumbled
If you black then we all share a struggle

[Verse 3: H-D]
I’m in a dead jungle where the feds buckle
Waist lives, yellow tape cuddles
The body’s suffocate in broad puddles
Get stepped in, that’s leaded blood sunroof pill
You’re top off, take the clocks off
Keep the bullets coming how they get their rocks off
Rocks all over sand with the nose span
It’s the plan for the whole land
I wouldn’t do ’cause there’s no chance for me to alternate a mindset alternatives
I do fish for with the proper bait, the proper slate
I wanna get them out the mud but they’re bathing apes
Without a star shooting, scars proving
God’s soothing, our bruising
Consuming one another with the potency we can use as armoury against the other army
But, it doesn’t play in the run that I race
For the race that I see
Only one or the bank
TD no jakes
Cop whatever no Jake
Diamonds, snowflake
I’m draped in faith
My freight won’t leave
But I rake the ones that fell from the family tree period, it’s my grace

[Outro]
Society, in society there’s a battle of ideas
And unfortunately, we as the revolutionaries are at the receiving end

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