The Jungle - Dave Vegas, Vanderslice, The Flying Dutchmen

Yo, Flying Dutchmen, motherfucker

No way out

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

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 passion but they laughin' at me, staked to a cross

Like, «Hold me down, son,» fuck 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

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

Cold winters, broke bitches with no winches

Five to ten sentence, cocaine, 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, motherfucker

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

… 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 passed down the tale that no soul aboard the Dutchman can

rest unless another sailor takes its place