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How ya it we got it
(Oh yeah)
How ya it we got it
(Oh yeah)

How ya it we got it
(Oh yeah)
How ya it we got it
(Oh yeah)

Hey Mr. Africa, this joint is
Man, I'm glad that beef is
I the bullet quick out of the fifty-one six
To my Sammy on the mix

We the belt, I felt the rubber burnin'
See I was yearnin' for the
Man opponents couldn't me
When I first heard AC/DC I had to get a

Now I'm swole, who try to my family
Your fantasy in the day was to be native
But now shit's sedated
I the doctor, I'm a for the remedy

But some pretend to be, a bit
Your is sh-tty
I'm downright grimy and grity
Introducin' to the is Mike Giggy

Yo, we sling the raw the airwaves
We make you misbehave
We hooked
the rhythm and the slaves

So catch a phase of the
heads for days
He's stingy with the level
And he spreads in many

So if you to test the effervesce
Come along and be my
Yo, 'cause Jungle in the House
And De La's in the

And Q-Tip from A Called Quest
Ya, ya, ya, ya, you all it
Y'know 'cause I could it all night Nigga
And make ya Mike Gigger

Africa, B, the JBeez
out the jungle with the natural remedy
I'm reppin', we lettin' off joints at this
The steppin'
Turntables and beats are lethal

And the essence, you we got a lot like constock
The Native are here with that brew for your heart
We're makin' usage of the times that we see
Tell us how you want it, and we the strategy

So, how ya it we got it
(Oh yeah)
How ya it we got it
(Oh yeah)

How ya it we got it
(Oh yeah)
How ya it we got it
(Oh yeah)

Now imported from the planet of shit
Be the native
one plug infinite dot com
Getcha hooked in the thoughts

Don on free back where
Ladies love to the emcee
We be the realism
you be

Chicken lo mein stream,
What? it in your gut
Guaranteed, we in the to run rap
hand over the deed

Now Ya about, read about
Be apart of it front
Now I'ma play ya like the
And give ya what I ya want

That native river to make ya rock one another
in my eyes, I consider us all sisters and brothers
So to the table I bring Fat to make ya sing
Cause I'm starvin', I had nothing like this

doin' our own dang
So be ya P, Is it
To flip ya pattern of speech, 'cause I
There's heads out there we still need to

True, yo this is crazy
the lazy out of
Hey yo, Mikey how ya
I wouldn't wanna cold
This is wisdom, kid

And be emcee, I'm out to get old
I seek the blessed the drum
From brand new to and torn
place is Jimmy crack corn

My shit's
Your style's like Crayola
JBeez be the top dola, I mean
Study the E-M-C-E-E's to the rhyme scholars

Now how ya it we got it
(Oh yeah)
How ya it we got it
(Oh yeah)

Record shop to five with the Raw Deluxe
Jungle Brother Africa, I got the Native Tongue
Verbal grammar, comin' atcha like a Panther
Check the sampler, the man handler!
controller

Yes, we gotcha open, ampler
Shootin' the like Saint Nick, the black Santa
(He's his list)
Say
(He's it twice)
Ya

You ain't shit
If they if ya nice
So down the chimney
the vicinity
Lock down ya block nonstop the remedy

Similar to water out the
I'm here to supreme
Self-esteem lower them rides in Cali
Is the reason why niggas

Rally the bull shit, rubber duck, you can't bull shit
Occupy world-wide with all the misses
These womans don't love us so we forced to talk to
to ease up in the rises, sayin' "I like the way you stylin'"

Let me in the passenger you play the pilot"
baby doll, recites is a peeper
Hair wooly but you mental's six ether
And I don't live so step up top
And watch the Native Tongues the crop for the cream