Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Escape From The Zoo, artist - King Just.
Date of issue: 15.05.1995
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Escape From The Zoo |
Tiger uppercut, yo, what the fuck? |
A lotta you rappers, adapt me, so you better duck down |
Check out the sound that pound |
Rugged raw rap is back, from Shaolin’s underground |
Who’s in town? |
You guessed it, you guessed it |
It’s the Drunken Monk, and I came to get cessted |
Infested, wit deep thoughts that’s insane |
Whether the pen or steel, you gonna feel the pain |
I reign, just like a storm droppin bombs |
If you wanna get it on, let’s get it on |
Words is bond, cuz I ain’t got no time for you suckas |
When the pen hits the pad, I blow past ya muthafuckas |
Ain’t nothin funny, stop smilin, I’m wildin |
Funky freestylin, straight from the Shaolin |
Island, but you already know the half |
Caught in between the world of science and math |
Feel the wrath, as I feel the fire down your back |
I attack the track like contacts in Cow Stack |
Bring it back, press rewind, on each swine |
And my mind intertwines wit rhymes, here’s the bottom line |
You niggas can’t get wit it, forget it |
Lookin so sweet, that you make me wanna hit it |
Ah shit it, the mentals is lost |
But of course, my style is always comin off |
Escape from the (Shaolin Zoo, Zoo, Zoo) |
Ain’t no stoppin me now, I’m gonna blow |
In a way I go, wit another ill flow |
Yo, who really started this rap shit, I’m addicted |
And I can’t stop sayin shit, like Sega |
I’m Street Fightin niggas like Vega |
Black Fist, I like to give a finger to ya majors |
Fuck you, and all ya groups and ya phony ass troops |
Niggas think they rough cuz they trees on they boots |
That’ll make ya, plus talk is cheap |
I roll wit a Mob, that rather take it to street |
And smoke got me open, I’m chokin |
They say I’m brain dead, but how the hell I keep on flowin |
On, they wonderin how I’ve lastin long |
It’s the bong that I smoke, by the palm wit don |
Aow, that make ya wanna sing |
I knock ya ass, just like Legends of the Ring |
Ding-ding, nigga let’s get ready to rumble |
You stumble, if this was football, you fuckin fumble |
What the bumba, I sleep around ya shit like slumber |
Party, organize crime like John Gotti |
And the way we go, blast off I’m on the next level |
Maybe it’s because I dance wit the devil |
A rebel, without a pause, go four yours |
I’m droppin drawers, my metaphor scores on the billboard |
Raw, my hardcore sound, uh, touchdown |
I’m Shaolin bound, for my brother’s who ain’t fuckin down |
I pose a threat, don’t forget, I expect that ass |
To try and front, and talk all that cheap trash |
Smash, hits and shit, I done flip |
If my mouth was a automatic, my brain’ll be the fuckin clip |
Slip, into another case of bass |
I face the race, and then be ghost without a fuckin trace |
Place the winner, I might eat that ass for dinner |
The head spinner, when ya just a beginner |
Sinner, I wanna be wit you boo |
But I gotta do, what I gotta do, and represent the Zoo |
Two-Six Mob is you wit me, Special D you in my head |
And in all my memories, 2 Cent, Rauf and Hect |
Rest in peace from the ill rock vet, time to get right |
(Shaolin Zoo) '94 |
(Shaolin Zoo) Shaolin Soldiers goin to war |
(Shaolin Zoo) King Just |
(Shaolin Zoo) What nigga? |
You should of let us out, muthafuckas (Shaolin Zoo) |
Aaah |