Wild Kingdom

Hear the confessions of an unrepentant Skinnee From the depths of my soul in my hole in New York City I arose from my frozen abode in the north Came forth on course and write my rhymes from the source To delight Dr. Lecter I'll recite some invective of my own Here's my quid pro quo Omens and portents have come forth in torrents It's time to realize my rise has been foretold From the sticks to the streets I built a path that'll last I came to NYC by the way of the pasture Naive and pure I stepped from the steppes From the pie to the apple like Ming it's merciless But my mastery of majesty brings tragedy But my mastery of majesty brings tragedy My insanity loves company So I stray into the fray ‘cause the chaos comforts me But somebody in front of me wants to rumble The fauna causing trauma in the jungle I be the lion in winter, the hinterland dweller A Cappella dash fast like a sprinter Test me like litmus, but witness the fitness Of my wit quick come get with this [Chorus] Due to my ability to flow with agility I take my place amongst the nobility But fuck the futility my mobility is upwards But my cupboards be bare like Hubbard's and it's killing me Stress make me pound my chest like a gorilla be Too prove my virility search for sense and sensibility Like Austen I lost in Philly, D.C. or Boston so I jet back to Willie be But trust in me, like Kaa said to Mowgli I've escaped the snake like Houdini, so hold me Enthralling I'm calling like the wild One hundred per cent intelligent man child Now I'm making ends and I'm trying to made ends meet Hoping that the enemy ain't lurking where my friends be To feed on them like a frenzy of pirhannas While some silly sallies dilly dally like the Lama Make no mistake I'll frustrate them when they hunt me More underground than Salmaan Rushdie My learning's obscuring like Jude, I want to walk like you, I want to talk like you So what's all the hullaballoo, we've got the bear necessities I'll secure your secrets with my opens and my sesames Effervescently sent to inlay rhizomes like Jim Jones says “hey, cool-Aid” --- Wild Kingdom - 2 Skinnee J's