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 * up I pray on the hill in Brazil the Christ the Redeemer but most kids worship us I'm just warming up I'm almost ready turn it up a bit more and have fun check me out though look it's cops of dodge in the city of God to reach the goals of these soccer stars it's records to break medals to take flags to wave the city it's also still to climb the road winds only lights as those from a beamer it's nice to pray in front of Christ the Redeemer if your guys bigger than my God up there my God bigger than your God down here whom shall I fear it's foretold by the Lord you know most Bronx tales don't end well especially when your own country treats you like an infidel his eyes that need in swells don't box me into a corner I float like a butterfly sting like Muhammad I on training day I go too hard at Antoine the car I am Godzilla of these favelas the Holter in the city of Lance follow me into the jungle ain't no God on my streets in the heart of the jungle won't you follow me into the jungle ain't no God on my 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 my streets in the heart of the jungle won't you follow me into the jungle ain't no God on my streets in the heart of the jungle won't you follow me into the jungle