Yasiin Bey — Zimzallabim

[Intro] Yeah Give it to 'em Yes, yes, yes, yes, aha ah! Ghetto people.. this one's for you And you and you and you And you and you in the front Yo! Jack Johnson (aha) alive and stompin' Undisputed heavyweight champ (aha) of the world [Verse 1] Yo I'm live with it, low, middle, to high with it And that's how I'mma live and die with it All up and down your spine with it, Like Zimzallabim Jack Johnson, yes my dog, wild with them! The most special, most ghetto, most mental, most valuable Rep my avenue like it's the damn state capital Come and travel through minds, a better mark of greatness On slaves who high jacked the slave ships The hackers who could crack the matrix, and build the road back to basics And get y'all all off that strange shit You know these other cats run game with, it's tainted Consider this the moment that changed it: NOW! Jack John stand strong never bow down Back off or get clapped dog right about POW From east to the west, up north to down south We show you how to REALLY make a moshpit bounce Show you how to really make the ghetto wild out First letters that I wrote when I sketch the script down I'm live wit' it, low, middle, to high with it And that's how I'mma live and die with it, I shine with it Rhyme with it, revered and recognized 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 [Refrain] X2 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 [Verse 2] Born to rock, serve my portion hot Rock the booze water on any bully on your block My flow tighter than a big titty 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 boil they pots 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 slide it back, ghetto black rock Brooklyn got the bumrush that you can't stop These the hungry hands that gon snatch your cash box I never gave a second thought to fucking with y'all Cuz my first thought covered it all: YOU WHACK!!! And I don't care what you sound since not mumblin y'all Cause you can't do me nothing at all Which means, you can't shine my shoes, wash my drawers Clean my car, walk my dog, mow my lawn In other words duke, I don't need SHIT from them All I got is hard rhymes and hot spit for them And yeah, I got the country mule (raaatttttt) for them See how dark it can get for them? Tell they mommas that's it for them Get the flower vase sent for them A sad story how it went for them That's what you get for not listenin' FIRE!! And a long verse of 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 understandin' of the science We live with it, low, middle to high with it And that's how we gon' live and die with it, now ride with it! [Outro] Yeah, ghetto rock with me Ghetto rock with me Ghetto rock with me Ghetto rock!! Ghetto... MOTHERFUCKERS! Freaky radio!