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letra de the zoodizoo theme - nick wiz

nick wiz ft. zooty zoo – “the zoodizoo theme”
[emcee(s): building block (aka block mccloud), will tell, and herbal e]
[producer(s): nick wiz]

[hook: sample]
“the zooty zoo about to wreck again, break your neck again” – sample from herbal e on echō unltd. ft. vice grip, building block, herbal e, cella dwellas, and lord digga – “cypha session part ii (underground airplay vol. 2: …the cypha continues…)” (x4)
“the zooty zoo about to wreck again” – sample from herbal e on echō unltd. ft. vice grip, building block, herbal e, cella dwellas, and lord digga – “cypha session part ii (underground airplay vol. 2: …the cypha continues…)”

[verse 1: building block (aka block mccloud)]
it’s the call of the
wild—are you of mice or men?
you couldn’t even write if you knew sean penn
i’m stomping as you [?] with religion
[?] no pigs, ain’t square like a stool pigeon
i’m wile e. like a weasel or that crazy coyote
i’m tripping like i’m on peyote, got more flavor than [?]
wrote to silence my lambs while your grandson pulls
the weight in your family while you’re dancing with wolves
i rap with poise—yo, that’s my choice to endorse
come to represent in-depth ‘til my voice is ho-rs-/horse
went to the animal fair, the lion, the tiger, the bear, went there
the big baboon by lighting the boom and smoking and sipping some beer—oh yeah!
to black, i got drunk, popped the trunk, provoked the funk
pepé le pew p-ssed on my shoe, so i smoked the skunk
old macdonald had a qualm, so i stole his farm
and death became him like meryl streep and goldie hawn
i’m kicking a bird’s-eye view while i’m high so i could talk fly
your name ain’t alan alda, you’ll get m-a-s-hed if you hawkeye/hawk i
save your words for the birds. i’m watching over the words you heard/herd like
a shepherd. sh-t, you couldn’t spot me if i was a leopard
you can’t see me, so hear/here a piece of advice:
change your group’s name to the three blind mice. i’m causing
horrors in my forest, i could rap in morris code
but don’t count your chickens before they cross the road
i’m strong like oxen, boxing like a kangaroo
hang in a zoo, and i’ll tell ya what my gang’ll do:
we’ll have you lost in the sauce like atlantis. n-gga, you
can’t diss…mantle this, you’re praying like a mantis that i
fall, but i couldn’t slip up if i was klutz and ain’t
trying to sell out like a squirrel with no nuts
so hush as i bust. puppy, you’re nothing but a hound dog that’s
scared of your own f-cking shadow like a groundhog
i got five senses plus the sixth sense of humor, but your
lyrics is giving me a headache like [?] pete
the puma. transform like a caterpillar ‘til i’m
b-tter, i’m fly, kicking a high life without
a miller, k!ll a bird or maybe two with one stone, spark
the blunt, but i’ll be d-mned if i lend you loot like a loan shark
my jaws kicking the raw sh-t like sushi
the block coming straight out the animal house with john belushi
[verse 2: will tell]
[?] wild
frontier ‘cause i satisfy the crave
a slave to the system, build with bats up in my cave
pull it out your nose. the straw broke the camel’s back
stop lying/lion to yourself. you won’t have to travel strapped
you’re a cheater/cheetah, you’re snoopy. matter of fact [?]
i formerly rode by myself. why? ‘cause i was a h-rny toad
didn’t pay attention, blamed it on my [?]
d-mn, it made me wonder if i was a silly rabbit, so
i’ll be in the cheeba ‘stead of leaving it up to beaver, smoking
mad dutch masters and don’t have to take breather [?] in-
-secticides [?] from the last crop
keeping the streets green and watching everybody grasshop from
pets to pets [?]
[?]—that’s why i’m smelling something fishy, the
seal of approval, the removal of another flunky’s
journal [?] a monkey’s
uncle, holy mackerel, and since i’m on
narcotics, the sh-t that i sell out makes you think i like
robotics ‘cause it gets real technical, hectic working
words, styles so fly, you could say it’s for
the birds. a dirty rat caught a slug ‘cause he’s
a snake, a sitting duck, straight bullets are coming to take
check this exhibit ‘cause i use my tool
fat, then h-ll froze over, and i became a cool
cat wishing on a star, thinking about when i
was born. keep playing with the bull? you’re bound to catch
the h-rns, growing two-by-twos locked at ankles
the wrists. sly as a fox, the fury’s in
my fists. i didn’t [?] though i troop and keep
walking. my name ain’t dominique, so won’t you please stop
hawking? ‘cause i’m the shepherd watching over all
the sheep, equipped with my book, watching little bo
peep. you can’t laugh. yeah, another hy-
-ena [?] mis-
-demeanor ‘cause what’s good for the goose is also good for
the gander, what goes around is coming back, and i’ll
demand a recount. you know i got the answer
smoked a roll of hash and bashed the pink panther
the bear/bare essentials. doing a dance with death
i put my spider inside an egg, got caught in charlotte’s web
[verse 3: herbal e]
ayyo
how much dutch did the woodchuck clutch before
the woodchuck upchucked his goods? ayyo
how many fools took a toke of the wools and tried
to settle in my neck of the woods? ‘cause
this is where my head’s at: underground like ostriches
bringing out the sounds while the hounds take hostages
i get on the mic and ain’t cough up a lung
i took the p-ssy when the cat took your tongue
[?] up in the park, i would
have took you, but it rained there/reindeer. it ain’t clear
looking for [?] pound for pound [?]
monday through sunday, every dog has its day
you’re still living foul, bad fortune, faking, and fibbing
life’s a rat race, and i’m breaking the rhythm. the
bicentennial, many amounts of madness
[?]
passing the buck, you got jack-assed-out, you’re wack, kiddo
roll snake eyes, i’ll turn your wife into a black widow
drunk as a skunk, drinking before it was legal
took a trip with jack down to the regal eagle. a
new lingo, the flamingo kid flew the coop
i’m putting together my letters better than alphabetical soup, a
jive turkey that was thoroughly bred
down to catch this philly, let it get to my head
i use my zooted powers, they can’t mold the forces
from the giddy-up, you’re trying to hold back my horses
i see the northern lights. way to go. take a drag [?]
[?] the spot and let the catnip out the bag
i remember sporting pumas and my [?] gazelles
high-rising in the bullpen back then, smoking l’s. i’m
bullheaded like a taurus fed into
the leo. it’s time to break out the cage and take out
the c.o
[hook: sample] (x2)
“the zooty zoo about to wreck again, break your neck again” – sample from herbal e on echō unltd. ft. vice grip, building block, herbal e, cella dwellas, and lord digga – “cypha session part ii (underground airplay vol. 2: …the cypha continues…)”
“the zooty zoo about to wreck again” – sample from herbal e on echō unltd. ft. vice grip, building block, herbal e, cella dwellas, and lord digga – “cypha session part ii (underground airplay vol. 2: …the cypha continues…)”

- nick wiz

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