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- Genres:
- Hip-Hop
 
- Tags:
- old school hip hop
- true hip hop
- underground hip hop
 
- See also:
Public Enemy - Livin In A Zoo (remix) lyrics
Shocklee - Young - Allen
 Skills to kill
 And fill a hole, we roll deep
 Wit a frown that's down
 Low in the meddle of jeep beats
 So I'm makin a point
 Not stickin butts or blunts
 But the Terminator X
 And the rhythm he cuts
 Figure this bigger brother
 Gonna trigger the track
 No I ain't country
 And my name ain't Zack
 Step the fuck back
 Take a look at the racks
 My world is a ghetto full of tapes and wax
 CD's they only double the tax
 And makin money money
 New York city to lax
 Tell the suckers suckers
 Never ever relax
 I'm kickin in cold facts so true
 It feels like I'm livin in a zoo
 Sayin I'm down like psycho
 Wheres my rifle? Right though
 I ain't Michael, yo
 I ain't sittin on the dock of the bay
 Wastin time in a crime wit a nine
 Rather find another brutal rhyme
 It's us verses, I put it all in verses
 If the sound reverses
 I pump it up wit curses
 Fuck sittin in the back of the bus
 But don't front what we lack
 We got it loaded in a back pack
 See they can do it to a man
 But wit men suckers semi
 Think that shit before they come again
 No science to the wild senile
 Slackin cause he packin like aPublic Enemy - Livin In A Zoo (remix) - http://motolyrics.com/public-enemy/livin-in-a-zoo-remix-lyrics.html
 Runaway child yeah
 Would I ever try to sever, hell no
 Never would work if the
 Rhyme wasn't clever
 Wild in an isle
 Stackin high from the floor tile
 Back in the rack, where the rap never seen a
 What I gonna wanna do...
 Feels like I'm livin in a zoo
 I don't know where I'm at
 Heres a track
 I try to duck duck
 Those 3 bullets in the back
 Top 40
 Ignore me
 Sooooo
 I him em in the hood
 Until it feel good
 But I'm all right though
 I wanna fight crazy dirty
 It's not a matter of skills
 But a battle of wills
 Pow the stick up go the quicker the picker up
 Trigga eenie meanie
 Wit the gatt that so fat
 Brrap bap bap cop dilla in a 16 wheeler
 They call me over the phone
 Che-che-checkin me out
 Takin my time
 To find a brother droppin dime
 Once again it's on
 In the paint, and I ain't givin up
 No props to the game
 And it stops in the name of the hip hop
 Reign and the pain got me goin
 Goddamn wont they even pull a
 Bullet on a pop jam










