King of the Jungle

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[Intro]
[stadium crowd noise, hyped-up ad-libs]
Jungle roar, yeah, they ain’t ready.
We kings now. Ravens grounded heavy.
Detroit claws out, we storm steady.

[Verse 1]
Feathers scattered on the turf, that's the aftermath,
Lions prowlin’, now the Ravens feel the wrath.
Clawed through the flock, left 'em lost in the past,
King of the jungle, this crown ain't on loan, it’s attached.

Baltimore cawed loud, we muted the chirp,
Broke their wings mid-flight, watch 'em crash in the dirt.
Hustle in the huddle, every play got worth,
Gridiron gladiators, home of rebirth.

[Pre-Chorus]
Turf stained crimson, echoes in the dome,
Lions roar louder, this field our throne.

[Chorus]
King of the jungle, crown on my mane,
Ravens clipped, grounded in the rain.
Blue and silver blaze, pride in the chain,
Detroit roars eternal, remember the name.
[chanting repeats: "Remember the name."]

[Verse 2]
Pride ran deep, every yard we defend,
Ravens tried to fly, but they met their end.
Stripes on the helmet, grit we commend,
Our jungle, our rules, no need to pretend.