Текст (слова) песни: Public Enemy - Muse Sick N Hour Mess Age

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

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