jungle (remix)

, yeah, i wear my chain to the game, but for the game i sip champagne from the world cup, oh yeah, i'm here to stir shit up, i pray on a hill in brazil, to christ the redeemer, but most kids worship us, i'm just warming up, i'm almost ready, turn it up a bit more in the headphones, check me out though, look, it's cops to dodge in the city of god, to reach the goals of these soccer stars, there's records to break, medals to take, flags to wave, the city is ours, there's ceilings to climb, the road winds, only lights is those from a beamer, it's nice to pray in front of christ the redeemer, if your god is bigger than my god up there, my god bigger than your god down here, whom shall i fear?, it's foretold by calogero, most bronx tales don't end well, especially when your own country treats you like an infidel, there's odds against it ends well, don't box me into the corner, i, float like a butterfly, sting like muhammad a, on training day i go too hard, ask antoine fuqua, i am godzilla of these favelas, new god flow, won't you follow me into the jungle?, ain't no god on these streets in the heart of the jungle, won't you follow me into the jungle?, ain't no god on my streets in the heart of the jungle, won't you follow me into the jungle, i lost my mind, in the city of lights, in the backstreets buildings and the neon lights, when i heard the thunder, i could feel the rain, it's the same to me, just a different name,