Koncrete Jungle - Zion I

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

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'

Dark streets, swole feets, with massive trash heaps

Few speak, most weep, the sorrow, runs deep

Eat pain, sleep pain

Escape through cocaine

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

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'

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

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'