Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Living In A Zoo, artist - Public Enemy. Date of issue: 22.08.1994
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Living In A Zoo |
| 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 |