Lyric

I rap in my hut in the countryside, look up to the sky and make a 16-bar oath

The random cawing of crows; that cawing becomes my beat

The vivid colors of the wild

Hip hop in da jungle (In da jungle, in da jungle)

I rap in my hut in the countryside, look up to the sky and make a 16-bar oath

The random cawing of crows; that cawing becomes my beat

The vivid colors of the wild

Hip hop in da jungle (In da jungle, in da jungle)

Rapping in da hut, rapping in da hut

My friend is spinning Sayan Sanya

The sound of rain and thunder, the water dripping on the roof

My friend spins some Atlanta hip hop

Moving from the plains deep into the mountains like a king

The parking lot is unlocked, the villagers don’t steal

Nature is enveloped in green, you don’t get hangovers there

The open air of the countryside There are no rules or social classes

Rap, trap, ramwong dancing

Rap, phleng choi, phleng reua

Rap without beats, crazy story skit

I reflect the problems of the jungle and rap about the rotten trees

I reflect the problems of the jungle and rap about the rotten trees

Rap is like magic, if you swear something, it’s as fresh as lettuce

I tell the story of rebellion on behalf of the gentle-hearted

The road is not complete, but it’s already breaking up

When the rain falls The road gets messed up

I rap in my hut in the countryside, look up to the sky and make a 16-bar oath

The random cawing of crows; that cawing becomes my beat

The vivid colors of the wild

Hip hop in da jungle (In da jungle, in da jungle)

I rap in my hut in the countryside, look up to the sky and make a 16-bar oath

The random cawing of crows; that cawing becomes my beat

The vivid colors of the wild

Hip hop in da jungle (In da jungle, in da jungle)

Rapping in da hut, rapping in da hut

Rapping in da hut, rapping in da hut