[Chorus]

Who's in the shadows?

Who's ready to play?

Are we the hunters?

Or are we the prey?

There's no surrender

And there's no escape

Are we the hunters?

Or are we the prey?

[Verse 1]

Come ‘n’ rumble in the jungle, with a gun

You overmumble, shocks me if you ever stumble - then you’re done

It’s a slum, we don’t fumble, we go bundle after bundle

I’m from Harlem son, you ain’t gotta wonder where I’m from

Big ‘ol drums by the bed, he gon’ run, not a chance

Big ‘ol trunk not a branch, hit him once, body cramps

[?] fuck just tonight, she gon’ jump, I’m the man

As bad as a Justine Right, tell them chumps, I’ve been stamped

Dumb as dance, I’ve done did more IV then a nurse, understand

My wrist blowin’ white as Papa Smurf, I’m advanced

I don’t need your record label deal, pop a xan

‘Cause if I hit a set, too late to peel, yes you chill

I’m orangutan, not your claim to fame, call the Tech

They suspendin’ me, ‘cause I don’t play those games

Yes I’m [?], stay away, I’m allergic, ya’ll get murdered

Ya deserve it, it’s a wrap like a turban, I convert it

Time to rock, fire shots, ain’t no point tryin’ to block

Find a box, on hydraulics, we gon’ watch the body drop

I’ve been hustlin’ since Writers Blocks, niggas playin’ - I’ma pop

I was [?], but what’s shakin’ - Michael Fox

[Chorus]

Who's in the shadows?

Who's ready to play?

Are we the hunters?

Or are we the prey?

There's no surrender

And there's no escape

Are we the hunters?

Or are we the prey?

[Verse 2]

Come ‘n’ rumble in the jungle, with a gun

You overmumble, shocks me if you ever stumble - then you’re done

It’s a slum, we don’t fumble, we go bundle after bundle

I’m from Harlem son, you ain’t gotta wonder where I’m from

Big ‘ol drums - MPC, he got punked, let him be

They get runned, then we flee, ‘till they come, yellin’ freeze

You’ll see blood, if he play, my day ones, MBB

What up Moo, with them treys, I was once MCG, 100C

I had a long day, poured me a drink, MVP

I came up to get ballin’ again, envy me

I’m the reason Harlem on the rise, get his keys

‘Cause he do too much buzz to let him drive

Tell them guys, I don’t play, baddest mami, on her way

That’s a fact, Charlamagne gave her donkey of the day

I’m okay, ya’ll can keep all the hate that I don’t need

I’m a boss, [?] niggas soft, cottage cheese, save your props

Are ya’ll [?] takin’ shots, [?] ‘fore I make a hottest tater tot

Zip your mouth, when I’m finna pipe too late to stop

I’ll whip you out, ‘till I turn the stop to vacant lots

[Chorus]

Who's in the shadows?

Who's ready to play?

Are we the hunters?

Or are we the prey?

There's no surrender

And there's no escape

Are we the hunters?

Or are we the prey?