Done by the Forces of Nature - Jungle Brothers

Born buck-naked out my mother’s womb

A man cooped up in a rubber room

Time changes, time flies

Caterpillars turn into butterflies

A kitten grows up to be a tiger

I grows up to be a writer

Children go through puberty

And then they reach maturity

Metamorphasizms

The Force of Nature has gotten in them

In my book that comes first

Controls the soul and the universe

It’s the Nature…

Black man, Black heart, Black soul

I was born to roll

Roll, like water in an open stream

Smooth as I can be

Tick Tock goes the hands of time

Time puts meanin' to my rhymes

Rhyme lets you know what’s goin' on

What’s goin' right and what’s goin' wrong

Power, poor, rich, and weak

There is some science to what I speak

And if there wasn’t, I could not face ya

'Cause this was brung… By The Forces Of Nature

Alright y’all, get ready for the first Pharoah of funk, Afrika, and his famous

flute

Tickle-tickle, trickle-trickle

You can’t buy nature with a nickle

Excuse me one minute…

Can I get some of that saxophone?

Rainbows, volcanoes, waterfalls, native calls

Avalanches, trees with branches

B. boys in their favorites stances

Ejaculation, menstruation

A prayer to God is a confrontation

Dirt and soil, gas and oil

Gold, copper, silver, tin foil

Love ya momma Mother Nature

But some act through as if they hate ya

Artificials, man-mades

They don’t use lemon to make lemonades

Everything I see is half-real

Ziplocked, wrapped up, signed and sealed

Gettin' ready to return back to the source

About to get Done By the Force… of Nature

(«It began in Africa»)

Boy, girl, sister, brother

Wife, husband, friend, lover

You can’t change what’s meant to be

You can’t hit what you can’t see

It’s easier for a camel to walk through the eye of a needle

Than for a rich man to enter the gates of Heaven

(I hear what you’re sayin', my brother, I hear what you’re sayin')

Treble, bass, haste makes waste

Nature puts things in the right place

Hot, baked, carrot cake

In life there’s many things at stake

Records spun, let’s have fun

I like to have fun by the ton

Roads, places, avenues, streets

I’ll walk a mile for a funky beat

I put these words in a special order

Because I was overcome By the Forces of Nature