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 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