• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• SERVICE - Mike Zoot
• Urban Harvest - Mike Zoot

(Wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga
wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga
wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga rhyming kills a raw beat...
Wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga
rhyming kills a raw beat...
Wack nigga rhyming kills a raw beat...
Wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga
rhyming kills a raw beat...)
Very special...
(Wack nigga rhyming kills a raw beat...)
May I help you?
You need some new shit, I'm here to bless you
Got a style all my own, I'm nothing like the next crew
Good afternoon, now after me there will be none
No continue, no part two
For would be contenders easily saw through
Your value over there now how dare you
Attempt to even act or appear to
Service amplifiers with no fire
Quite frankly I'm offended at how you professed your perfection
But never meant to go on, now peoples let's address it
Exactly how many times you buy an album
That leaves you even somewhat pleased, far too seldom
Thank you, hey yo welcome, I'm just a real deal's fan
I keep no feelings inside, that's how I ride, you know who I am
Distinctly, Mike Zoot, in the no-name suit
And the boots, classic butter, ever item under 50-loot
My fashion statement is basement
Brooklyn night crew with the lyrics you get laced with
A tasteless displays, un-cool, I just can't see them used
Ain't got no soul in there, no technique, no flair
I sabatoge your whole savoir-faire, as we go there
Let's take you to the air, get this whole thing clear
Til one rhyme reappear
I be the winner by unanimous decision on the system
A sound boy killum
I'm the good scientist turned evil villain, just chillin'
If it sound good in the flow it'll start illing
With the service and the lyrics, yo...
(Wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga
rhyming kills a raw beat...)
Straight service, cause uh...
(Wack nigga rhyming kills a raw beat...
Wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga
rhyming kills a raw beat...
Wack nigga rhyming kills a raw beat...)
Like for example
The other night around twelve thirty, or done
It was me and son, playing Tekken part one on Sony Playstation
We doing the all night bid up in the crib
I whooping his ass with this Bruce Lee looking kid
I'm using patterns and codes, catching high-tech rep
On tournament mode, damn near broke son's neck
Then he hit the reset, but fuck those, it was time for that underground
So I turned off the Sony and turned up the sounds
And now I don't recall the DJ, but none the less I'm checking it
Cause the last time I listened yo he played my favorite record
If the beats and rhymes is hectic god respect it
But nothing else can be accepted in my hip hop
Suddenly, my jaw dropped
From two bars of a bassline, then some more scratching
Followed by guitars some pianos, oooh that's banging
I had to say to myself, then I said out loud
Simply because it was the bomb I took the tape off pause
Quickly came the hi-hat on the snare, well mixed
Build up all in the background, 8-oh-8 kicks
All falling on place with the near perfect timing
Then before I know it some stupid nigga start rhyming
So I'm listening, trying to ignore the style he's stealing
Fake bob my head, I can't lie, I can't feel him
Must this happen every time, what's the dealin?
Appealing to the mass, rapper's ass all revealing can't last
So please repause that grass, it's fuckin' up my vibes
And my tape deck, the speakers, as well as the cassette
My accent, on access so hear this well
Ain't no dis, ain't no beef, ain't no gas, ain't no gel
It's just the beat was kinda stink, but the rhymes I couldn't smell
For bigger nose, and I was diggin those too, til the rhyming on the song
Now get rid of those, you rap real wrong
So now I'm forced to turn you off and turn the Tekken back on
(Wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga
rhyming kills a raw beat...)
Straight service in cause uh...
(Wack nigga rhyming kills a raw beat...
Wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga, wack nigga
rhyming kills a raw beat...
Wack nigga rhyming kills a raw beat...)
Word up... Service.
(Wack nigga rhyming kills a raw beat...)
Mike Zoot, EZ Elpee, GuessWhyld (we need the Service)
My man Collossal in the house
Ninteenth, every time, every year
Straight service on first...

Alright EZ Elpee session, artist Mike Zoot
Label Guesswhyld
[soft ad lib for 10 seconds]
Yo, up in my mixed drink session, heaven got a ghetto
In orange and tango, eyes red low and mellow
My squint look Tokyo, movin ill slow
My toned rebel, accented like Rachel, voice nasal
Now fix my levels, adjust me two notches, mic's to cable
Produce new paradise through poetics, slum fables
Turnin the bump tables, access a new address
In the rap race runnin the fastest, you'll never catch us
So when I pass the test, pass the rest, I'm passin out pamphlets
with my face on the front, drink or chase with the blunt
Spoken proverb, the new word, observin you herds
You just an ass, ??? ??? ??? sparked in the corner, I kick the kerb
The condominium in the next millennium
for my kids' kids' kids and then multiplied to the max, no minimum livin
Caribbean tints, strokin my wall, woman and ism
New comer, young jungalist on the rhythm with a vision
I'm trippin, still for kickin and spittin
[Chorus]
So we can - EAT GOOD
Drinkin - SMOKE GOOD
Burnin - BLACK TREES
Wrapped in - BLACK WOOLS
QUARTO'S (Quarto's), HOLD YA NOSE
Freshed dippin - IN NEW CLOTHES
So now we live - HOW WE SUPPOSE AND IT GOES
Yo pour some liquors on the ground for my niggas not around
And hit the whole cup, straight down, Absolut and Crown
Order another round, I'm clownin wild for the evenin
Good greetins, I bring it with lye and etcete-rah
The down-the-block, better than Best Buy, come check I
for the hook up, ring the bell then look up for the what's up
I puts up, stacks in all columns
Operatin from the bottom, Bed-Stuy Brooklyn wit mad problems
Bringin ???? out their ears and kick a freestyle for pay
New Gz, different peer, different year for each day
Stayin decent, special gear drycleanin
Floss and mean it, I seened it like a dream in doin cheebas
Only that much, drinkin so on and such
Thinkin with a Dutch, headrush and touch cuts
Bust nuts in different countries and I only been there once
but I'm going back next month and yo you need to come with me
I'm gonna take us
[Chorus]
So we can - EAT GOOD
Drinkin - SMOKE GOOD
Burnin - BLACK TREES
Wrapped in - BLACK WOOLS
QUARTO'S (Quarto's), HOLD YA NOSE
Freshed dippin - IN NEW CLOTHES
Now we live - HOW WE SUPPOSE AND IT GOES, EAT GOOD
Catch me creepin through the fog, deep in through the smog
It's the number one nigga in your hood with no job
Who schooled you, just that, all rappers ackin Hollywood
Spittin flames on the game they call me Zoot Eastwood
North face with the hood, Ma your son done good
But add the injury to the insult, second year same coat
Lighter note different stroke, I been been broke
For the gas we go, never no outlaw so I move this boat
The wholesale rap grail, feel what I see
See my dot dot dash men, the basement bash men
Keepin no attachments, just eat, run and tell
all about the smell of new money back from hell
Here the highway, heaven is, just got paid
on Friday, leanin sideway, my high don't stay
Til I fill up my dinner tray, with meals ridiculous
The ticket, yo yo, this is it for written and kickin shit
Cheese and chicken shit, lickers and bigger spliffs
Excuse me Miss, hit this, I shoot, give generous
Straight faced serious, drivin you delirious
Live in stereo so you can hear it, ya hear it?
[Chorus]
So we could - EAT GOOD
Drinkin - SMOKE GOOD
Burnin - BLACK TREES
Wrapped in - BLACK WOOLS
QUARTO'S (Quarto's), HOLD YA NOSE
Freshed dippin - IN NEW CLOTHES
And how we live? - HOW WE SUPPOSE
And it goes - EAT GOOD
Drinkin - SMOKE GOOD
Burnin - BLACK TREES
Wrapped in - BLACK WOOLS
QUARTO'S (Quarto's), HOLD YA NOSE
Freshed dippin - IN NEW CLOTHES
And how we live? - HOW WE SUPPOSE