Zimzallabim

Yo I'm live with it, low, middle, the high with it And that's how I'ma live and die with it Hold up and down your spine with it Like Zimzallabim, Jack Johnson, yes my dog, right with them! The most special, most ghetto, most method, most valuable Rep my avenue like is the damn state capital Coming shadows to mind, a better mark of rap-ness On slaves who high jacked the slave ships The hackers who remapped the matrix And built the road back to basics And get ya all off that strain shit You know this other cats run game with, it's tainted Consider this the moment that changed it, now! Jack john's stand strong never bow down Back off or get clapped dog right about pow For east to the west,up north to down south We show you how to really make mosh pit bounce Show you how the gritty make the ghetto wild out First letters that I wrote when I sketch the script down I'm live with it Low, middle, the high with it And that's how I'ma live and die with it I shine with it, rhyme with it, reveal and recognize with it The ghetto know what time is it, when I spit it Me 9-semi, an iron lion strike with it See Dr. Know string a knot and make 'em ride with it And look alive Ghetto rock with me Look alive Ghetto rock with me Aha yeah Throw it up Ghetto rock with me Show it up Ghetto rock with me Born to rock, since my pawn shift rise ? Rock the booze water on any bully on your block My flow tighter than a big titties halter top Doper than a Floyd flake that they bought they pops Since I bright a con duke of course I'm not My sharp mind join the dots and blow they plots A lot of cats talk noise a lot, but then the noise is stopped When the heavy sound voice in charge And this is no Limp Bizkit this is jack's fat cock Loaded up slightly back, ghetto black rock Brooklyn got bomb-rush that you can't stop These the hungry hands that goin' snatch your cash box I never gave a second what on "the fuck is with y'all?" Cause my first thought covered it all You whack! And I don't care what you sound since not mumbling y'all Cause you can't do me nothing at all Which means, you can't shine my shoes watch my drawers Clean my cloth walk my dog moan my loan On other words dude I don't need shit from them All I got is hard rhymes and hot spit for them And yeah, I got the country new (rat) for them See how dark it can get for them? Tell their mommas THAT'S IT for them Get the flowers, they'll sing for them A sad story how it'll end for them That's what you get for not listenin' fire! And a long rest in kumbayah You stand strong you can't move higher You move in "how we all can move higher?" Ready to roll like new tire Well I can show you who the true lion True power move quiet through the understanding of the science We live with it, no middle, the high with it And that's how we goin' live and die with it Now ride with it Yeah, ghetto rock with me Ghetto rock with me Ghetto rock with me Ghetto rock! Ghetto Motherfuckers! Freaky radio!