Welcome to the jungle, t-dogg and me be going prehistoric on this **** so get ready to rumble.
Now Dumbo, please excuse me for being blunt, but I will not be seen with precocious little runts.
I'm just here to stunt, this is not a front, so back off because I am not a man to confront.
I'm on the hunt for real people to be on my team, not fakers or sell outs that have as much taste in music as a Lima bean.
I'm pretty keen on that, so better lean on back if I deem you as just another phony hack.
Independent future star, classy j the future class, better believe that I will make it far.
Blasting off like a shooting star, just getting started yet I'm already setting the bar.
Native and proud, standing up and helping my people's voices finally make some sound.
So get on up, and be loud, don’t let people shut you down, never let yourself be deceived by wicked clowns.

(T-dogg)
I hear you classy j, loud and clear, and I hope the day draws near for people to just love and not hate or fear.
When in the jungle, things can become real trouble, and the whole system can turn to rubble.
Sometimes your best bet is to only trust in you, because people are fickle,
And if your not careful they will ***** with you.
There is a lot of change to go through, don't let others or yourself cage you in like you was in a zoo.
Be free; never ever lose sight of who you want to be.
This is your shot, your moment, your opportunity;
I believe everyone got it in himself or herself to help rebuild not just themselves but also their community.
The jungle can thrive; we just need to come alive.
We just need to take a chance, after all isn’t life just one big dance?
So come on and pull up your pants, time to shake things up;
I believe that this life we live, weren’t given to us just by chance.

(Classy J)
This is the jungle; all are welcome here to thrive, because we as humans need each other to survive.
Not a time to point fingers, not a time to let offense continue to linger. This is a time to be a singer, a time to be dreamer, and a time to be a speaker.
You can do it, you just have to be an eager believer.
Rise up, time is never up, who cares if you fail once or twice as long as you never give up.
Raise the meter, you will never get what you truly want and be happy with it if you become a cheater.
You can try to cheat life, but you can’t cheat death, you just have to go step-by-step, and breath-by-breath.
Keep moving; keep grooving, with a positive attitude I believe your mood and self-esteem will keep on improving.
Welcome to the jungle, welcome to a fresh start, don’t get pig headed, and please keep yourself a humbled heart.

Blooming blossoms glide through the wind at the Muttart.
Tasting different cultures food at the taste of Edmonton or at the heritage festival.  
Enjoying Christmas lights at the legislature grounds.

Cheering on our Edmonton teams; and avoiding all the construction.
Jamming along to folk tunes at the folk festival.
Shopping or going on rides at West Edmonton Mall

This is the paradise city, ‘‘so take me down the Cadillac city, where the grass is green and the girls are pretty. ‘’
Proud to have once called Edmonton my home.
Proud to be Canadian.

After school aftermath time to change up our current habitat.
After school rhyming like fools, but **** us ******* if we don't act like tools.
There are times where a person has to forget how to give a ****,
And times where you have to make sure that people understand that life truly *****.
No more morals, I will no longer be loyal, strapping on my aluminum hat made out of tin foil.
Everything is a conspiracy, but no one wants to listen to me; Too bad that they don't see that we live in the matrix, everyone is plugged into a false reality.
Son from Zion, son made of ions, forcing out the machines with my inner midi-chlorian.
Fe-fi-fo-phom goliath you ain't got none son,
All you got is fists and I have a fully automatic tommy gun. Pow pow shot down, all them haters I will shoot down, because to me all you phonies are a bunch of demented clowns.

Yeah, uh.
Hexagon be going in to this beat, so this is not a time to be taking your seats.
After school aftermath I'll be rhyming all the time like a boss,
In this injustice of a land that nails anyone who speaks out about it onto a cross.
For shame son, I won't be a part of you're little game Mon,
After school aftermath our rap team be representing the nation.
So while the rest of you lost souls be stationed in you're incongruently warped minds,
I'll be taking my time writing these real deep filled lines.
Ok hold up for a minute, I promise I let yawl finish, but I don't think any argument you may have against us would be legitimate.
As many of yawl are stuck in a regimented mindset for the government’s benefit.
We be stressing on real deals, we be giving out hope to people to help them deal with their messed up ordeals.
Can you feel the decay of the system we live in?
But there is still time to change it in our favor so we can win.  
After school aftermath time to get out the war drums and the trumpets, this is a time to be chaotic instead of being a dainty mistress like Ms. Muppet.
It’s about time we say **** it!
This is a time for change, this is a time to be strange, and this is a time to write a new page.
This is a time to rearrange our thinking,
Cause our society is like the Titanic because we be sinking.
We are better than this,
And though there may never be bliss,
I will be remised,
If never we really tried to at least take risks.
I believe that we would no longer be slowly sinking in this world that is stinking.

Yo, t-dogg is in the house are guys ready?
Let's go off,
Cause I really want to go off,
It’s time for the blow off,
That’s burns brightly like a Molotov,
To all you haters that are still out there can *******.
It is Mr. Supra HD you bet your ***** me and Classy J are super indeed.
Going straight for the knees,
Got no time for your petty pleas,
This is the after school aftermathso you bet we be running even it’s a 100 decrees,
This is real rap so bet we won’t keep it simple and clean.
Got to roll up them sleeves,
And set sail for sea,  
In a world full of boy toys we refuse to sell out,
End up in jail needing bailouts.  
Classy j and Hexagon and me be the stand outs,
Saving rap because if I’m honest it’s been in a drought.
So, although yawl might treat like Dumbo’s
We hit you with that Konami Code, Wambo Combo!
Going in like Rambo, Never running out ammo,
Stealth **** like the Predator even if you’re wearing Cammo.
Want some advice, don't mess with us, Stay in your lane and avoid the fuss.

Let's take it back to my old city,
It may be not that pretty,
But I'll stick with it, even when I’m sick of it,
Original Canadian that writes poems that pull you in just like a hypnotist.
You can't get with this,
For my penmanship is that of a novelist.
Started from humble beginnings doing shifts,
As a dish washer and I hated it,
As I was getting verbally assaulted daily by management.
Maybe that’s where I began to hate the establishment.
That could only view me as one of the savages.
Getting in fights at schools, leaving in bandages.
Maybe that’s why I became an activist.
With an active list.
Of changes that I see fit.
Just a young kid that grew up in E-town,
That got into the rap thing since grade seven,  
As I needed something to release all my pent up aggression. An artistic kid, treated as an autistic kid.
That was never understood so he always hid.
Searching for an outlook in.
Wondering if it was possible to whiten up my skin.
To be honest that's how I started, I rocked with it,
hoping for acceptance because I hated always being the misfit.
I was the awkward kid that could only hang out with the emo's and the druggies or geeks;
I never fit in, a Christian kid made fun of because he was a Jesus freak.
That's why I get mad or question God;
Wondering where was God,
Can he truly help me when I feel caved in?
The world took me in,
To a life filled with so much sin,
I had lost my way, in a world that I thought decayed,
Leaving me astray as a slave.
I see it as I walk through out the day.
The fear in peoples eyes but I just wanted to play.
I just wanted a place to stay.
Where everything could be okay.
Trying to find the line,
What is it that divides?
Searching for the truth,
What is it that makes me-me?
I just want to flee, to escape reality.
I never chose to live; I never chose to be this way,
Living an existence full of foul play.
I worked hard to change myself,
Hoping the world would follow.
But it never did, people have made their bed.
It always goes to the highest bid.
For money speaks more to the hearts of men.
A materialistic love drenched in sin.
We treat it like it's worth something, but to me it's ugly.
It symbolizes separation between the poor and the rich;
With no time for those who don't make it.
It's time to say enough is enough,
And stop having our head up our ***** and grow up.
It's our choice to make life better, so what if there is pressure?
We can get through it together.

Lets put em down, put em down!
Lets put em down, put em down!
Heavy headed wears the crown.
Lets put em down, put em down!
Lets put em down, put em down!
No longer will they keep us silent,
By constantly shooting us down!
Lets put em down!

Alright,
Imma start running off these pounds,
But not for you bunch of jackals,
Imma start making them rounds,
Shooting up anyone at the table that dare call me an apple.
I am here because I want to be,
The only reason I do anything.
Can you even keep up with me?
Cause this ****, I don’t do for free!
I’m not about to slow down and wait to see.
As I go from A to B.
You can try to attempt to come along with me,
However, I came too far to stop now,
Taking out these fraudulent clowns.
I can’t wait for some burning bush to tell me where to go,
Yeah I wouldn’t have gotten anywhere,
Because, it would take me forty more years to go.
Yeah I’ll do my own thing,
So, when I do become big,
You’ll see that I did indeed achieve everything.
Truth is I don’t even care if I make it;
I just want to take it,
As far it can go.
Doing show after show.
That just how I roll.
Then people start questioning,
But I aint got time bro!
In a falsified world, where rappers demean and objectify women and girls.
I will not forfeit.
As my producer is telling me to change the subject.
But I know my words are worth it.
And though this world is not perfect.
It is something that I will protect.

Lets put em down, put em down!
Lets put em down, put em down!
Heavy headed wears the crown.
Lets put em down, put em down!
Lets put em down, put em down!
No longer will they keep us silent,
By constantly shooting us down!
Lets put em down!

To be clear we are entitled to nothing,
we don’t deserve anything,
Especially not some fifty thousand dollar engagement ring.
Are you humbled now?
Probably not,
You’re probably still thinking you so fresh and tardy as an apricot.
You can count on me unlike the government,
Cause unlike them I am honest and sincere in my testament.
So you may be fresh,
But one of these days you’re going to be real messed up,
Drunk or high in some dumpster in Bangladesh.
Knowing that you really ****** up.
Good people die, bad people die,
Material minds with finical eyes,
Seeing things as symmetrical,
What ever happened to being ethical?
Tell me why do people have to be so one-dimensional?
Goody two shoes like Hansel and Gretel,
Imma bout to boil you in my kettle,
For I am evil like a witch,
Leave ya covered up in stitches.
Or maybe I’ll just leave yawl in the ditch!
Or swimming with the fishes.
For fear is a tool, that keeps fools under control,
You think you free when you vote at those polls.
But really you're just stuck in mouse trap that feeds into the governments goals.
And although society has never once accepted me,
I will use my nightmares to bring therapy,
Woven into words that will last longer than me.
It’s survival of the fittest,
And the world is run by the richest,
Those that also run ******* rings in front of the masses,
Is this truly worth our taxes?
But who can bring justice?
Regular people like you and me who stand up and say **** this.
For I’m tired that the same ones that wear badges,
Be the same ones that be killing us.

Lets put em down, put em down!
Lets put em down, put em down!
Heavy headed wears the crown.
Lets put em down, put em down!
Lets put em down, put em down!
No longer will they keep us silent,
By constantly shooting us down!
Lets put em down!

Drip, drip, drip.
Sip after sip after sip,
Drowning in a regret,
A stench that breathes desperation.

Drip, drip, drip.
Sip after sip after sip,
Slurring, muttering gibberish.
With some spiteful vinegar.
A sharp knife that digs in the skin of loved ones.

Puff, puff, puff.
Watching you drift, drift, drift.
Till the lungs turn black.
No turning back.

Praying, praying, praying.
Seeing the pain in your eyes.
With regret that clings like a noose to your neck.
It’s can be hard dealing with an addict.
Especially when they are your parent.

Seeing, how addiction has truly affected my family.
Unable to change their behaviour.
Only having the ability to watch as they are consumed with numbing.
But never satisfied once they come back to reality.
So, they stick with it because it becomes their only comfort.
A blanket in a world so cold.

Watching, listening, crying.
On my knees forgiving for the pain you inflicted me with.
A guy who hates his father,
When he’s exactly like him!
But I refuse to let offence, anger and pain spiral me into a position.
Of victimization.
Where my kid dismisses me or hates me.
And although I love my Father,
That doesn’t mean I have to always like him.

I remember when people said love is like a connection,
Back in December I met a girl that gave me affection.
Back then I fell hard, blinded from detection.
Thought this girls heart needed protection.
Who knew it was my heart that needed protection from her deception.
Had open wounds and she was the infection.
Left me for dead,
As regret shoots out bullets into my head.
But I made my bed,
So as I’m fed..
To the lions,
I wonder if shall enter Zion.
But because I can’t let bygones be bygones,
With an anger that burns hotter than the sun.
I’ll probably end up down under,
So, as I enter with Mr. Grim Reaper,
To a place where the devil plunders,
Souls of unbelievers.
I wonder,
Will I one day meet that witch down here?