Zion I - Koncrete Jungle lyrics

[Verse One] Yo, yo, in El Cuidad they don't Tires smoke Shorties on the sideline, heat under they coat I split a cantaloupe and watch The drama on my block, enjoying every juicy drop Keepin' my eyes out for the cop Will this sh** ever stop? I doubt it The Devil is highly touted The righteous man that wanders is eventually rerouted In the opposite direction, reflection, interspection Wickedness will have your soul trapped in a burning fence and I'm relent-in' The hustle is so temptin' You can quote my sentence We ain't about no pimpin' I'd rather be ascendin' Rearrangin' patterns Programmed by the slave master Can you fathom? Life with Eve and Adam Before the serpent had 'em I return to my sender, revolve like rings around Saturn (echo) Survive [Hook] [x2] Ain't it a pity That you hate this city But the way you feel, ain't no big deal You got to survive You got to survive You got to survive And that's "The real!" - Gang Starr 'You Know My Steez' [Verse Two] Dark streets, swole feets, with ma**ive trash heaps Few speak, most weep, the sorrow, runs deep Eat pain, sleep pain Escape through c**aine Come back, get smacked by life Late lane Want more need less, the stress, maintains One day lose track, in fact, lose brains End up, laid up, in a hospital no name Just numbers on your chest, the vest, you wanna scream But there's no one there to sympathize The doctor, you despise You never had love for I-N-I Now the dope returns and the hatred burns And you bury yourself deeper in the earth like a worm It's your turn Take a look at yourself Don't be too preoccupied by everybody else "Ghettos are the same all over the world. They stink." -Enter The Dragon [Hook] [x2] Ain't it a pity That you hate this city But the way you feel, ain't no big deal You got to survive You got to survive You got to survive And that's "The real!" - Gang Starr 'You Know My Steez' [Verse Three] The tales of a dark mental, shakin' like Jello Someone was giggin' I told him not to leave himself open, evil is hidden In the cracks and creva**es Crannies, cuts and nooks So I sit on my hopstetter and write hooks ? like what it is, look at miss She's really a mister with blister all on his lips It's his biz Can't judge what it is But I know the woman to woman ain't havin' no kids And man to man yo, ain't havin' no kids I pray to the father to come and show me what it is And take all my crust from out my eyelids I never did a bid and I won't get scared [Hook] [x2] Ain't it a pity That you hate this city But the way you feel, ain't no big deal You got to survive You got to survive You got to survive And that's "The real!" - Gang Starr 'You Know My Steez' "It's really real" - Nonchalant '5 O'Clock' "In the concrete jungle" - A Tribe Called Quest 'Midnight'