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It's the J-U-R-A Capital S another S-I-C 5 MC's in the flesh Bound to catch wreck Hit the deck Cause we'll pop the trunk Plus the tape on your cassette I'm from the crew called Jurassic Stretch like elastic Live and on plastic Step and get that ass kicked From here to there MC's beware I represent that real ghetto urban warfare Ah yeah What you say when you see me in your town Bucking off some rounds Of that underground sound You need to open your eyes Realize and recognize Throw your hands in the air lick a shot for J5 I'm all the way live I socialize with the wise Underprivileged spiritually deprived At times in the flesh Airwaves getting checked The vibe is energized by the way I spit my dialect I be the brain cell buster Old school style kicking hustler That'll rush ya like a wrestler Elliot Ness ya Bow to my pressure Step to J5 you're getting played like Fester I be the ever handy Hard like rock candy Down with Mork and Mandy Won't date Sandy brown eyes Tale of the physical trait Intoxicated by the bomb as I start to sedate Your mainframe All speaking on running this thang Five J's in the house and the styles to blame Chorus Cause it's the J-U-R-A Capital S another S-I-C 5 MC's in the flesh Bound to catch wreck Hit the deck A prehistoric B-boy making beats in my cave They call me 2-na As in Fish in sea Self efficiency That's my mission see Got me wishing we all Could've puffed a spliff first Shoot the giff first And 2-na Fish becomes a gift horse Look me in the mouth Tell me what you see No matter who I am I am you as you see me U is still Nity COM squared and shit I was put here to see if you came prepared and shit I'm red as shit My head is split from every crazy Lazy kid we thought was chill They was Swayze Soon as they got a taste Of what the U-N-I was like Their eyes was like BLAM From the surprise and fright Now it's the vocal enhancement Vintage reigning rocks A hundred mines swing Dig a few chains of black gold Plus block the seven holes that froze A nigga soul and bust blood through his toes For acting like his shit was mega heavy weight But he couldn't escape The way we wet him down like it was watergate Infiltrate flavor crack skull and stone Rip through the carcass spit blood and bone For all those Who feel their crews forever tight knitted When raps emitted Islamicly transmitted Is the brother a color Yes the color's darkly tinted No acts or gimmicks And when the bullets imprinted it's whipped It hibernates till it stretch the yellow tape For Mister Doc key is caliber career, yea With so many rhymes it can't a crew make me Rock for 32 times like John Wayne Gassey You need to put your hands together Cause J5 is in the house Because we're guaranteed to keep it live When we kick the party vibe We came to catch wreck We got the fossilized flavor For you fools who slept And plus we got you sucka crews in check Now come correct Nu-Mark Hit 'em with the perfect blend Cause it "don't stop rockin till I say when" J-U-R-A capital S Another S-I-C 5 MC's in the flesh Bound to catch wreck Hit the deck Cause we'll pop the trunk Plus the tape on your cassette Cause it's the J-U-R-A Capital S another S-I-C 5 MC's in the flesh Bound to catch wreck Hit the deck Cause we'll pop the trunk Plus the tape on your cassette |
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Yeah, testing, testing, one two
Uhh, one Press the panic button God (all) We be the crew, guess who, the Jayou R-A-double-S, I-C, we're in the place to be, it don't stop We got the rhythm that makes your fingers snap, crackle, pop pop, fizz fizz We're known to give a show plus handle our biz-ness Stress, we'll destroy We're known to make noise as the original b-boys in the flesh, greater to the depth Creates the ill scenes when we manifest, yes I feel the vibe I feel the vibe too Cause it's the butter from the crew CAUSE WE ORIGINAL, WHO Wanna tussle? Flex for the muscle? WHILE WE KICK THE STYLE THAT BUSTS YOUR BLOOD VESSLES With the rhythm The ninety-six stylism PICK UP A PILL AND FEEL EM KILL EM WITH YOUR VOCALISM Yeah, I shoot the gift puffin another cold spliff Fools are coming quicker than Anna Nicole Smith Malginant metaphors and ganja stay herbs We conjugate verbs and constipate nerds LIKE YOU I'm hear to end the conspiracy, fearlessly So you can really see the real MC's AT HAND I'm tuna fish on the stickshift The eclectic hectic, desperate to set trip And for the niggaz who feel, that they're 24-karat Plus, the way you're livin get your undewater baptism Believe it or not, it's the rugged and raw Put a bullet in the head of four in Mount Rushmore Yeah, release the beast from within, baptise gins Keep company with friends that repel sin I'm out to win ain't no pretendin, fuck the first amendment My speech was free, the day that my soul descended (all) Earthbound, we might sound various Some niggaz can rhyme, but they got no character So we preparin you for war, don't give up the fight You need to stand up for your rights And grab a mic and get loose, produce the juice that keeps the head on collosion with the New World Order opposition Competition, none, there's only one in the universe that knows the final outcome We got incarcerated minds, men women and enzymes Vibin off the rhymes sent from the di-vine ESSENCE PRESENCE EFFERVESENCE, not to be contested Some miss the message, GO AHEAD AND BLESS THIS So don't mistake us for a crew that used to hit We on some underground certified Wild Style shit (all) We be the crew, guess who, and it'll be The Jayou, ninety-five A.D. Be be causin ramifications, physicians sendin brothers on grammar vacations, if they don't listen Competition, bustin shots on people basin But we can delete constipation (all) Jurassic, 5, MC's And we got the cure for this rap disease So come on everybody let's all get down Cause I'm down by law and I know my way around |
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Now I'm a say this one time for you and that's my word
We rock the shots and knock fire through the Hindenberg The contributon is clear, you add water to bone and get the Jurassic 5 on the microphone now if you like the tone and how the harmony's done and the sucker MCs died before they begun but I like to know if they got the notion cuz we're number one I'm not trying to say my style is better than yours I'm just in some other shit I'm all about the beat and the lyrics so when you hear it you can feel it The vibe is energized by the presence of my spirit No interference, we persevere the purpose is clear we're here to like your ear hurtin severe you're lurking in fear cuz we take it back like Robin Locksley rockin from countryside to spots where hard rocks be I often wonder if these MCs even knows how it feels to dedicate they whole life for this mic and steel It ain't about the bill, that's not keeping it real a lot of tight rappers out there ain't got no deal We appeal to the brothas with flow finesse cuz it's the hundred watt gunshot game of death cuz we're protected by the covenant of words and beats rewind and feel the heat recline and take a seat so uh let's take you back to the concrete streets original beats and real live MCs Playground tactics no rabbit in a hat tricks just add classic rap shit from Jurassic let's take you back to the concrete streets original beats and real live MCs Playground tactics no rabbit in a hat tricks just add classic rap shit from Jurassic Now I walk from Tranzania, earthquake Transylvania and on the way I dig a hole through the Wall of China just to get the right blend cuz I'm schizophrenic of the pathway to livin I fell into the deep end You shouldn't have told me that pyramids can hold me so now a contest is what you owe me Pull out your beats, pull out your cuts give us a mic, What up? And we will tear shit up I'm on some old and forgotten sun up to sun down like picking cotton the nutty professor is science droppin rockin robin's hood from New York to Compton me and my 3 sons Jabari, Shakir, and Kahsum let's take you back to the concrete streets original beats and real live MCs Playground tactics no rabbit in a hat tricks just add classic rap shit from Jurassic let's take you back to the concrete streets original beats and real live MCs Playground tactics no rabbit in a hat tricks just that classic rap shit from Jurassic du da du du da du du'.. Hey I'm 2na Fish from UNITY do or die anti illumianti Why do lyrics from my vocals make the ghettos start swimmin forever winnin in it like Medolark Lemon I get goose bumps when the bassline thumps The sucka freestyle he had mine for lunch Mark 7even get you open like an attache briefcase in this case defeat there is no way Eh eh, the tool spinners cookin the full dinner killn the first born of lyrical Yule Brinners When isn't the Acadamy rattling your anatomy gotta be J5 so kill all fake flattery That'll be the day when labels pay my way 2Na whatcha say when MCs come to play? Un-fitt-ed; Cuz we take it back like spinal tap preparin your intelect before your final nap. let's take you back to the concrete streets original beats and real live MCs Playground tactics no rabbit in a hat tricks just that classic rap shit from Jurassic let's take you back to the concrete streets original beats and real live MCs Playground tactics no rabbit in a hat tricks just add classic rap shit from Jurassic Shit's got beef huh watch how I settle it I fuck around and arrest your whole development I'm eloquent when it comes to digital display I'm ready for the world while you hurl off the tanqueray tactics My shit's Jurassic 5 fingers of death while you exhale and inhale with a deep breath with my chop suey style cuz I'm a lyrical chef I gives mines to the death cuz I'll be cookin from here to brooklyn your shit's annoying like fat ass Bookman on Good Times when I rhyme I hit the designated area I hope you got your shots cuz this is lyrical malaria spreadin, beheadin fools with the punishment I live in America but FUCK this government 150 times over sealed with lead while you all drink the similack like my rhymes was breast fed no artificial nipples I flip the real skills I thought I told you once I kick the lyrical windmills and backspin benedict straightly for my benefit I step on toes when I flow don't get offended Coming in with it comprehend it when I kick it I represent the real from the beginning to the end of it |
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I see dead man grins
Seven deadly sins Couldn't keep his mouth closed in the house of chins The all seeing eye that recognize the rap clones Plus possess the pin to crack the pyramid stone Its the call of the wild thats why my words rank high Drop the verse for nine planets That fell from the sky Do or die you and I get fly with rap expressions With the one two three four five In the session with the lesson Cause in bass and treble we trust With the rebels orally ready in case we bust And write a power chord and if the place be plush We kick the old school like Julio Iglesius Tapes we push be straps with no safety catch We attack like a bullet till your face relax And think about it If you ain't got the class to flee Be mentally ready for jurass-catastrophy Now its time for me to rise The lyric utilizer Down like fertilizer Quick to improvise A style that can surprise ya Your eyes is on the prize We can go line for line I ain't hard to find While we break your spine My mild style reclines I'm laid back All that talk you need to save that The payback is all the reason that I'm flexing The feds rocking like we x-men Chorus: 2X You say you want action satisfaction The brothers with the positive reaction The crew with style that's on top of the pile J5's gonna rock a long long while We get set Who's up next to pull to a fast one Lyrically connect the dots and then I blast one Now who wants action satisfaction Lyrics remind you of bass I'm everlasting Casting plagues my styles crossing the switchblades My momma shoulda named me grace cause I'm amazingly Blazing with the fire and desire I'm world renowned I gets down to the wire If any child of mine gets out a line boastin' My style of rhyme covers you like calamine lotion Lifted out like vine motion I spend time stroking You still drink a dime potion and dime boasting But now my rhymes open brims a spirituality We be giving power that you can share with your family Aerodynamically cutting through danger Ripping your narrow mentality nothing but flavor Chorus 2X The moral of my oral ammunition rendition 2na fish on a Marc 7even collision We be forever keeping niggas on they P's and Q's And the B's who snooze leave diseased and bruised I see through your crews like an x-ray tube And gamma rayed your function Left you with assumption That we be the butter clique We smothered with the action satisfaction thats guaranteed to be jurassic Chorus 2X |
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Yeah you're pickin up fat records. Go ahead you go pick them up fat boy. Pick
em up, fatty, sausage gut. Go head fatso. You pick up a sausage sandwich for me pork rinder. Peasywease! |
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Jurassic 5:
Ayo, it's like this when Allah says "Let it be like" He also designated, poetical brothers with mics For whoever had skills to possess the gift Combinated with the flavor and it goes like this...Tuna Fish! Chali 2na: I'm amphibious, citizen with the lesson plan Cashier at the J5 concession stand (Akil!) Akil: The militant steel with the peripheral Telegraphic skill build up forcefield (Mark 7even!) Mark 7even: Fundamentalist brining my verbal gift My style is packed Quik like cocoa in Swiss Miss (Zaakir!) Zaakir: For the way my pen sticks to rhymes Cause a million party people, it's about that time Jurassic 5: And together, we'll show you how to improvise Reminiscent of the Wild Style '75 Cause it's the brothers on the mic occupying the drums Taking four MC's and make them sound like one Akil: I be the spark from the cannon, blaze the outstanding Tug of war, with the poor, rich, and scandalous Roadrunning bandit, race against advancement Style winds cause storms when I perform Mark 7even: I'm a ?Parker John robot? and stomp your whole spot And beat you whole crew to a bunch of know-nots Dissect you from the inner then declare myself the winner Once the style clears, you'll be (real like Finner) Chali 2na: One of the black your contractor Attacking your backdoor, you're trapped in my trash compactor Move back, whore, swingings before the trap door It's causin' the capture of brothers who rap more Zaakir: Yeah, check the shelling, rock niggas redder than watermelon The grief-stricken, rotated 20/20 vision Rap felon, hottest rebel with bad spelling I pitch shift with unprecedented sharpness Jurassic 5: Distributor, local street corner contributor Word inhibitor, scientific positioner Rhythm commission be J's for real "He drives the crossfader like a cutmobile" We perpetrate the fake, the fraud, the phony Jurassic Masters of the Ceremony You came and saw right before your eyes In fact the old school flavor has survived, like this... (Instrumental breakdown) And together, we show you how to improvise Reminiscent of the Wild Style '75 Cause it's the brothers on the mic occupying the drums We taking four MC's and make 'em sound like one And together, we show you how to improvise Reminiscent of the Wild Style '75 So whoever bought the tape bring your butt right back Cause you never in your life heard a cut like that Zaakir: Hey, we flip fast phonographs 45 records smash High was the forecast, ain't nothing they never had Mark 7even: Make a move, never lose, competition quick to choose New styles, hot rhymes, guaranteed to blow your mind Chali 2na: (Who is he?) The subtle ?? fanatic for unity Demonstratin' the ghetto diplomatic immunity Akil: Well I'm the style stimulist, sound photosynthesis Super with the sentences in the Latin centuries Jurassic 5: And together, we'll show you how to improvise Reminicent of the Wild Style '75 Cause it's the brothers on the mic occupying the drums Taking four MC's and make them sound like one And together, we'll show you how to improvise Reminicent of the Wild Style '75 Cause it's the brothers on the mic in the place to be It's the J-U-R-A double S I-C |
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I see dead man grins
Seven deadly sins Couldn't keep his mouth closed in the house of chins The all seeing eye that recognize the rap clones Plus possess the pin to crack the pyramid stone Its the call of the wild thats why my words rank high Drop the verse for nine planets That fell from the sky Do or die you and I get fly with rap expressions With the one two three four five In the session with the lesson Cause in bass and treble we trust With the rebels orally ready in case we bust And write a power chord and if the place be plush We kick the old school like Julio Iglesius Tapes we push be straps with no safety catch We attack like a bullet till your face relax And think about it If you ain't got the class to flee Be mentally ready for jurass-catastrophy Now its time for me to rise The lyric utilizer Down like fertilizer Quick to improvise A style that can surprise ya Your eyes is on the prize We can go line for line I ain't hard to find While we break your spine My mild style reclines I'm laid back All that talk you need to save that The payback is all the reason that I'm flexing The feds rocking like we x-men Chorus: 2X You say you want action satisfaction The brothers with the positive reaction The crew with style that's on top of the pile J5's gonna rock a long long while We get set Who's up next to pull to a fast one Lyrically connect the dots and then I blast one Now who wants action satisfaction Lyrics remind you of bass I'm everlasting Casting plagues my styles crossing the switchblades My momma shoulda named me grace cause I'm amazingly Blazing with the fire and desire I'm world renowned I gets down to the wire If any child of mine gets out a line boastin' My style of rhyme covers you like calamine lotion Lifted out like vine motion I spend time stroking You still drink a dime potion and dime boasting But now my rhymes open brims a spirituality We be giving power that you can share with your family Aerodynamically cutting through danger Ripping your narrow mentality nothing but flavor Chorus 2X The moral of my oral ammunition rendition 2na fish on a Marc 7even collision We be forever keeping niggas on they P's and Q's And the B's who snooze leave diseased and bruised I see through your crews like an x-ray tube And gamma rayed your function Left you with assumption That we be the butter clique We smothered with the action satisfaction thats guaranteed to be jurassic Chorus 2X |
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