by someone They are painted many colors Elephant, raccoon, tiger Concrete animals, concrete animals Can I ride on your back Concrete animals, concrete animals
번역: 소년 나이프. 콘크리트 동물.
't nothin but a piece of existence Cause when you die, you'se a past tense So I like to live my life like a big carnival Get drunk, act like an animal
asleep, I'm up for the fight Into the magic. And I don't, want the concrete. I am alive. Comes with the tragic. So if it's just tonight, The animal
m not asleep, I'm up for the fight. Into the magic. And I don't, want the concrete. I am alive. Comes with the tragic. So if it's just tonight, The animal
were time travelin' I'm dabblin' in the Fists of Fury technique when I speak Forget Karate Kid and these wooden blocks, I chop from concrete Concrete, concrete, concrete
' apart at the seams And I've been lookin' for a good time But the pleasures are seldom and few There's no whiskey, there's no wine Just the concrete
still muthaf-ck the DA. We play by the rules as they try and crack the code Combination locks to the kilo's that I hold Leopard print Louboutin's, prowlin' the concrete
'm not asleep, I'm up for the fight Into the magic And I don't want the concrete I am alive comes with the tragic So if it's just tonight The animal
to your brother You know Yela's trouble, call the police, look at these bleeding knuckles Alabama's elephant feet rumble, get pummelled and beat Underneath the concrete
for their motherfucking lives Tough club niggas, we leave early, cock back surely open up your fade, your grey brain meets motor city pave your nervous system still twitch off Jay Z O's an animals
Everybody running for their motherfucking lives Tough club niggaz, we leave early, cock back surely Open up your fade, your grey brain meets motor city pave Your nervous system still twitch off Jay Z Ho's in animal
x2] [Madchild] What you doing? [Prevail] Concrete chewin, On a track with Murge and all you suckers are ruined. What you doing? [Madchild] Chewin concrete
fix up Sword to plowshare, soiled from beneath the trash Detroit Red into El-Hajj Malik Shabazz Oil drum to steel pan, prisoner to Gramsci Rose from the concrete
rap we don't think, Its do or die, no turning back like suicide, Till you're doing time with these cut throats in a suit and tie, So don't feed the animals
Butcher the paper, a ravenous pen Carving out trees and scoring skin Animals too placed in plastic cages Carted around these filthy pages I will draw
Icy steel shooting through concrete, cool city Mountains of glass reflect the sky Everybody feels real good in cool city Each day brings a new surprise
charm! you're trying to run us all into the ground to, be swallowed by the soil and trapped by the rain.. in your concrete garden of falseness! you shout
