The Flying Dutchmen - The Jungle lyrics

[Intro: Lex Starwind] Yo, Flying Dutchmen, motherf**er No way out [Hook: Dave Vegas] 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 waits 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 [Verse 1: Lex Starwind] 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 pa**ion but they laughin' at me, staked to a cross Like, "Hold me down, son," f** 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 [Hook: Dave Vegas] 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 waits 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 [Verse 2: Jon Murdock] Cold winters, broke b**hes with no winches Five to ten sentence, c**aine, 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, motherf**er [Hook: Dave Vegas] 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 waits 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 [Outro] ... 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 pa**ed down the tale that no soul aboard the Dutchman can rest unless another sailor takes its place