TJ Morand, The Enemy

Animal Planet

Welcome to the Jungle where the cat loves to scratch 

The rat squeals 

And the polar bear feasts on the blubber of seals 

The pack of wolves be scheming on a bunch of gazelles 

Where the leopards grab the wilderbeast down by it's tail 

You see the chimps they grow hips they hustle and sling in trees 

Elephants for security that move tons of leaves 

The bluebirds arrest parrots that love to talk 

or eagles that stalk fresh-water trout under the wing of the hawk 

You see the vultures pick the pocket of whatever remain 

In the brain we watch but a shadow of the lion's mane 

Whose roar is loud enough to take the stripes from a zebra 

He camouflage his bets and his spots of a cheetah 

Shouldn't gamble with a cheetah and not expect to get beat 

You silly goose you know he move fast on his feet 

Now you're neck deep in depth with a bunch of lone sharks 

So you move on a colony of ants with aardvarks, you see 

Most of the everglades controlled by the gators 

It was crashed by the crocs who came years later 

See the locusts had swarmed with the bees 

the tick moved with the fleas 

The dragonflies and the wasps shared with the seas 

The crab and the leeches sucked your blood flow 

And they laugh like hyenas when they out to catch dough 

See a million mosquitos from the West now 

Carrying the virus that made the boars less wild 

Out of fear of the deer watch for the eye of the tiger 

The Clutch from the Cobra and the venomous viper 

Boa-constrictors that cut your circulation 

Mosts of their prayers die from broke bones and suffocation 

The owls are private eyes that watch from the bark 

Black panthers are the militant who strike in the dark 

Porcupines had a rep' for sticking everything that moved 

In areas that the rhinos and hippos approved 

And the giraffe was a look-out for gorillas in the mist 

And the bats use their sonar to guide and assist 

Those pelicans who smuggle contraband for the whale 

While the skunks spray the scent to keep the dogs off the trail 

The scorpion set up a sting for sly foxes 

that use stool pigeons just to keep them in the boxes 

While the black widow laid a web for the bachelor 

like daddy-long-leg and his hype man, tarantula 

They both prey on grasshoppers beetles and flies 

And they all become instant meals the moment it dies 

What costs little, is a little worth 

so some lose they lives wandering on the wrong turf 

From birth they grow up walking the thin line 

It's like the jungle sometimes 

-GZA