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    Word Jungle
    (专辑: Exposure - 2017)
    
    So little room at the 
tree top, I 
don't dare stop  How can I 
prove I 
exist if I 
don't talk  And talk, and talk, and talk, and talk, and talk, and  Listen, I 
can prove I 
really have a 
thought  Thought and not just (Shh)   Keep swinging from vine to vine of logic  Speaking just line to line don't drop it  Swinging from vine to vine of logic  Thinking just line to line don't drop it  Swinging from vine to vine of logic  Speaking just line to line don't drop it  Swinging from vine to vine of logic  Speaking just line to line   Wait  Don't open your mouth  'Less you got a 
way out  Who knows what's lurking in the 
dark  When you speak, they know where you are   Quit calling it out  It's loose on the 
prowl  Machete minds have failed to cut it down  From the 
tree tops standing its ground   Talk is everything  Separating the 
man from the 
beast  Your talk don't mean a 
thing  'Less you're speaking the 
rich man's tongue  'Cause we live in a 
rich man's jungle   Just swinging from vine to vine of logic  Speaking just line to line don't drop it  Swinging from vine to vine of logic  Thinking just line to line don't drop it  Swinging from vine to vine of logic  Speaking just line to line don't drop it  Swinging from vine to vine of logic  Speaking just line to line   Of talk, of talk, of talk, of talk, of talk, of talk, of talk, of  Listen I 
can prove I 
really have a 
thought  Thoughts and not (Shh)  Just   Stop, shooting thoughts in the 
dark  It's a 
real nature park  Every man here hunting for their life  Press release might strike from behind   In the 
fight to survive  They are changing our mind  Hallucinations barred each branch of power  State of claim but nothing is ours   Talk is everything  Separating the 
man from the 
beast  Your talk don't mean a 
thing  If you live by the 
rich man's word  There's no escaping the 
rich man's jungle   I'd rather run my head and mouth open  In the 
way of wild tongues  And brush fire  Good luck with the 
empire  Don't speak in shade in the 
sun  We are light speed children  Growing fast round up straight toward the 
sun  Voice of our own dominion  Anybody else's tree  I 
sang all of them equal to me  
 
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