Escape From the Zoo

[King Just] 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 [Chorus 4X] Escape from the (Shaolin Zoo, Zoo, Zoo) [King Just] 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 [Chorus 4X] [King Just] 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 [Chorus 4X] [Break] (Shaolin Zoo) '94 (Shaolin Zoo) Shaolin Soldiers goin to war (Shaolin Zoo) King Just (Shaolin Zoo) What nigga? [Chorus 4X] [Outro] You should of let us out, muthafuckas (Shaolin Zoo) Aaah