Brooklyn Zoo II (Tiger Crane) lyrics

by

RZA


Intro:

One two, one two -- you taping this?
All types of sh*t yo let that sh*t ride
Word to mother, turn up the microphone!
Get all that good sh*t, get all that good sh*t (one two, one two)
One two, one two, one two... one two
Now n*ggas know
Ssssshhhit, yo yo check this out, check this joint
This is strictly for the radio, yo
I just want all y'all to know
The reason why I curse is because my momma and my daddy
They grew up cursin
So please respect my style, please!

Verse One: Ol Dirty bast*rd
I'll grab the mic and now I damage you, cut your whole stamin-u
Ohh, ssssh*t, nahh
I'll grab the mic and now I damage ya, cut your whole stamina
Here comes the medical examinuh
One verse then you out for the count
Bring the ammonia make sure he sniffs... the right amount
Ya yo, I'm sorry, un-gah-e-gas-e-ya

I'll grab and the mic and now I damage you, cut your whole stamiNUH
Here comes the medical examiNUH
One verse then you're out for the count
Bring the ammonia, make sure he sniffs the right amount
Wake you up and then I ask you
How do you intend this --
Competition to get an asssss kickin sooooo tremendous, RARRH!
You shouldn't bother this
Leave me alone like a son he'll be fatherless!
I got the asiatic flow mixed with disco
Roll up on the scene like the Count of Monte Crisco
And MC's start to vanish
I rolled up on a jet black kid the n*gga started speakin spanish
Yo! You wasn't from Panama
I asked you how you get so f*ckin dark, you said "suntanima"!
He responded so fast, you made me laugh
Ha-ha-ha, HARARRRH scared-his ass!
Kick the hundred strongest rhymes
Then I brought out the punk in him
Roll up with the strong five deadly venoms
Told HIM! Enter the Wu-Tang!
Witness the Shaolin slang, that crush any sh*t you bring
I watch your ass take a big fall, why?!
My Main Source, is like a friendly game of stickball
And as you step up to bat man, I play the Riddler
You try to do me for my n*gga I'll change to Hitler
I'll go out like Nazi, wish your f*ckin ass stayed
Home and play Yahtzee!
Or watchin Happy Days sweatin Potsie
With Ralph, and Richie Cunningham, Joni and Chachi
(Yo Unique, yo kid
Check this sh*t out! Yo, yo)

Verse Two: Ghostface Killer
Ninety-five n*ggas is wasted
Keystone capered, and Wu kept the rap fiends basted
Foamin out the mouthpiece, heads blown like geese
Murderous police, I do shows and perform in Grease
It's not magic, gaming is the gadget
World classic big national high attracts dear graphics
Lampin in my own zone, my physical show
Inhale bones Tony Stark, for the diamond in Rome
He's convincin, labelled one man rap convention
The n*gga that'll gun down, eighty frenchmen
Lead vocalist, music specialist, rap arsonist
I deal with sharpness plus spark the hardest individual
I plant crimes inside vocals
My rap's like my passport, my life's my proof
Hit the sun roof, be out like a wanderin dream
Shuttle, and get startled off the verbal hygiene, my n*gga

(sample of Stamina)
(sample of Baby C'mon)
(sample of Brooklyn Zoo)
(sample of Drunk Game (Sweet Sugar Pie)
(sample of The Stomp)
Shame on you when you step through to
Ol Dirty bast*rd, Brooklyn Zoo!
Shame on you when you step through to
Ol Dirty bast*rd, Brooklyn Zoo!
What?!! My nuh
Shame on you when you step through to
The Ol Dirty bast*rd, Brooklyn Zoo
Shame on you when you step through to
THe Ol Dirty bast*rd, Brooklyn Zoo
To the West coast!
To the East coast
To the North coast
To the South
When you take North, East, West, South
Put it all together and it spell NEWS!
Then you got the ol rhythm, bast*rd blues
And ya don't stop
So keep your sh*t, motherf*cker, f*cker, f*cker!

(live concert)
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