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Now, I'ma say this one time, boy and that's my word |
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We rockin' shots and not fire through the Hindenburg |
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The contribution is clear, you add water to bone |
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And get the Jurassic 5 on the microphone |
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Now, if you like the tone and how the harmony's done |
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And the sucker MCs die before they've begun |
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From shore to shore and from sun to sun |
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We use the pen not the gun 'cause we're number one |
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I'm not tryin' to say my style is better than yours |
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I'm just on some other shit |
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I'm all about the beats and the lyrics |
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So when you hear it you can feel it |
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The vibe is energized by the presence of my spirit |
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No interference, we persevere, the purpose is clear |
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We're here to leave your ear hurtin' severe |
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You're lurkin' in fear 'cause we take it back like Robbin Loxly |
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Rockin' from countrysides, spots where hard rocks be |
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I often wonder if these MCs even know how it feels |
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To dedicate they whole life to this mic of steel |
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Ain't not about the bills, that's not keepin' it real |
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A lot of tight rappers out here ain't got no deal |
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We appeal to the brothers with flow finesse |
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'Cause it's the 100 watt blood shot, game of death |
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'Cause we're protected by the covenants of words and beats |
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Rewind and feel the heat, recline and take a seat |
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So, ah, let's take you back to the concrete streets |
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Original beats with real live MCs |
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Playground tactics, no 'rabbit in a hat' tricks |
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Just that classic rap shit from Jurassic |
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Let's take you back to the concrete streets |
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Original beats with real live MCs |
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Playground tactics, no 'rabbit in a hat' tricks |
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Just that classic rap shit from Jurassic |
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Now, I walk from Tranzania, earthquake Transalvania |
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And on the way I kicked a hole through the Wall Of China |
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Just to get the right blend |
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'Cause it's schizophrenic of the pathway to livin' |
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I fell into the deep end |
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You shouldn't have told me the pyramids can hold me |
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So, now a contest is what you owe me |
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Pull out your beats, pull out your cuts |
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Give us a mic, whatup, and we goin' tear shit up |
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I'm on some old and forgotten, sun up to sun down |
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Like picking cotton, 'The Nutty Professor', science droppin' |
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Rockin' Robbin's Hood from New York to Compton |
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Me and my three sons, Jabari, Shakir, and Kahsum |
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So, ah, let's take you back to the concrete streets |
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Original beats with real live MCs |
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Playground tactics, no 'rabbit in a hat' tricks |
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Just that classic rap shit from Jurassic |
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Let's take you back to the concrete streets |
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Original beats with real live MCs |
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Playground tactics, no 'rabbit in a hat' tricks |
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Just that classic rap shit from Jurassic |
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Hey, I'm 2na Fish from U N I T Y |
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Do or die, anti-illumaniti, why? |
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Do the liquid from my vocals |
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Make the ghetto start swimmin' |
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Forever winnin', I'm in it like Medolark Lemon |
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I get goosebumps when the baseline thumps |
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A sucka MC freestyle, he had mine for lunch |
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Marc 7even, get you open like an attache |
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Briefcase, in this case, the victor is no way |
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Ah, ah, the tool spinners cookin' the full dinner |
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Killin' the first born of lyrical Yul Brenner's |
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When is it the Academy rattlin' your anatomy? |
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Gotta be J5, so kill all of your fake flattery |
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That'll be the day when labels pay our way |
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2na, what you say when MCs come to play? |
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Man fe dead 'cause we take it back like Spinal Tap |
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Preparin' your intellect before your final nap |
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So ah, let's take you back to the concrete streets |
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Original beats with real live MCs |
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Playground tactics, no 'rabbit in a hat' tricks |
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Just that classic rap shit from Jurassic |
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Let's take you back to the concrete streets |
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Original beats with real live MCs |
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Playground tactics, no 'rabbit in a hat' tricks |
