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 thoug