Koncrete Jungle Lyrics

Song	Koncrete Jungle
Artist	Zion I
Album	Mind Over Matter
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	作词 : C. Scofern/L. Mungin/A. Anderson/Rasco/K. Gordon/W. Taylor/S. Gianes/J. Greene
	作曲 : A. Anderson/S. Gianes
	[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 shit 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 massive trash heaps
	Few speak, most weep, the sorrow, runs deep
	Eat pain, sleep pain
	Escape through shit
	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 shit 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 crevasses
	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'

	zuo ci : C. Scofern L. Mungin A. Anderson Rasco K. Gordon W. Taylor S. Gianes J. Greene
	zuo qu : A. Anderson S. Gianes
	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 shit 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 massive trash heaps
	Few speak, most weep, the sorrow, runs deep
	Eat pain, sleep pain
	Escape through shit
	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 shit 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 crevasses
	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'

	zuò cí : C. Scofern L. Mungin A. Anderson Rasco K. Gordon W. Taylor S. Gianes J. Greene
	zuò qǔ : A. Anderson S. Gianes
	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 shit 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 massive trash heaps
	Few speak, most weep, the sorrow, runs deep
	Eat pain, sleep pain
	Escape through shit
	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 shit 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 crevasses
	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'

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