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Public Enemy

Genres: Hip-Hop

Living In A Zoo (remix) Lyrics - Public Enemy

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 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 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 

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