Yeah I wear my chain
to the game
but for the game
I sip champagne
from the world cup
Oh yeah I'm here
to stir s**t up
I pray on a hill in Brazil
to Christ the Redeemer
but most kids worship us
I'm just warming up
I'm almost ready
Turn it up a bit more
in the headphones
Check me out though
look
It's cops to dodge in the
city of God to reach the
goals of these soccer
stars there's records to
break, medals to take
Flags to wave, the city is
ours there's ceilings to
climb, the road winds
only lights is those
from a Beamer
It's nice to pray in front of
Christ the Redeemer if your
guy is bigger than my guy
up there my God bigger
than your God down here
Whom shall I fear?
It's foretold by Caloger
most Bronx tales
don't end well
Especially when your
own country treats you
like an infidel
There's eyes that needs
enswell don't box me
into the corner I..
float like a butterfly
sting like Muhammad A
On training day
I go too hard
ask Antoine Fuqua
I am Godzilla of these
favelas, new God flow
Won't you
follow me
into the jungle?
Ain't no God
on these streets
in the heart
of the jungle
Won't you
follow me
into the jungle?
Ain't no God
on these streets
in the heart
of the jungle
Won't you
follow me
I lost my mind
in the city of lights
In the backstreet bars
and the neon lights
When I heard the thunder
I could feel the rain
It's the same to me
but just a different name
Won't you
follow me
into the jungle?
Ain't no God
on these streets
in the heart
of the jungle
Won't you
follow me
into the jungle?
Ain't no God
on these streets
in the heart
of the jungle
Won't you
follow me
into the jungle?
Won't you
follow me
into the jungle?
Ain't no God
on these streets
in the heart
of the jungle
Won't you
follow me
into the jungle?
Ain't no God
on these streets
in the heart
of the jungle
Won't you
follow me
into the jungle?