Song parody of
Living in a Zoo [Remix]
by Public Enemy
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Skills to kill
And fill a hole, we roll deep
With 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
Where's my rifle? Right though
I ain't Michael, yo
I ain't sittin' on the dock of the bay
Wastin' time in a crime with 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 with 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 with men suckers semi
Think that shit before they come again
No science to the wild senile
Slackin 'cause he packin' like a
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 want to do
Feels like I'm livin' in a zoo
I don't know where I'm at
Here's a track
I try to duck duck
Those three bullets in the back
Top forty
Ignore me
So
I him em in the hood
Until it feel good
But I'm all right though
I want to 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
With 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 won't they even pull a
Bullet on a pop jam
Skills to kill
And fill a hole, we roll deep
With 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
Where's my rifle? Right though
I ain't Michael, yo
I ain't sittin' on the dock of the bay
Wastin' time in a crime with 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 with 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 with men suckers semi
Think that shit before they come again
No science to the wild senile
Slackin 'cause he packin' like a
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 want to do
Feels like I'm livin' in a zoo
I don't know where I'm at
Here's a track
I try to duck duck
Those three bullets in the back
Top forty
Ignore me
So
I him em in the hood
Until it feel good
But I'm all right though
I want to 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
With 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 won't they even pull a
Bullet on a pop jam
