Now I'm-a say this

one time boy

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

Well I'd like to know if

you've got the notion?

'Cos we're number one

I'm not trying to say

my style is better

than yours, I'm just

on some other sh*t

I'm all about the

beats 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 leave

your ear hurtin' severe

You're lurking in fear

'cos we take it back

like Robin Locksley

Rockin' from countryside

to spots where hard

rocks be. I often wonder

if these MCs

even know how it feels

To dedicate they whole

life to this mic of steel

It ain't about the bill,

that's not keeping it real

A lot of tight rappers out

here ain't got no deal

We appeal to the brothas

with flow finesse

'cos it's the hundred watt

gunshot game of death

'Cos we're protected by

the covenant of words

and beats

Rewind and feel the heat

Recline and take

a seat so I, let's

take you back to

the concrete streets

Original beats

with real live MCs

Playground tactics

No rabbit in

a hat tricks

Just add classic rap

sh*t from Jurassic

So I, let's take you back

to the concrete streets

Original beats

with real live MCs

Playground tactics

No rabbit in

a hat tricks

Just add classic rap

sh*t from Jurassic

Now I walk from

Tranzania

Earthquake Transylvania

And on my way I

kicked a hole through

the Wall of China

Just to get the right blend

'cos I'm schizophrenic

off 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 sh*t 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

So I, let's take you back

to the concrete streets

Original beats

with real live MCs

Playground tactics

No rabbit in a hat tricks

Just add classic rap

sh*t from Jurassic

So I, let's take you back

to the concrete streets

Original beats

with real live MCs

Playground tactics

No rabbit in a hat tricks

Just add classic rap

sh*t from Jurassic

Do do do do do do dum

Do do do-um

dum dum dum

Do do do do do do dum

Do do do-um

dum dum dum

Do do do do do do dum

Do do do-um

dum dum dum

Do do do do do do dum

Do dum

Hey I'm 2na Fish

from U-N-I-T-Y

Do or die anti illumianti

Why do delivery from

my vocals make the

ghettos start swimmin'

Forever winnin' in it

like Medolark Lemon

I get goose bumps

when the bassline thumps

A sucka MC free style

he had mine for lunch

Mark 7even get you

open like an attache

Briefcase in this case

The victor is no way

Eh eh, the tool spinners

cookin' the full dinner

Killin' the first born like

lyrical Yul Brynners

When isn't the Acadamy

rattling your anatomy

That'll be J5 so kill

all your fake flattery

That'll be the day

when labels pay our way

2Na whatcha say when

MCs come to play?

Man for dead

'Cos we take it back

like Spinal Tap

Preparing your intellect

before your final nap

So I, let's take you back

to the concrete streets

Original beats

with real live MCs

Playground tactics

No rabbit in a hat tricks

Just add classic rap

sh*t from Jurassic

So I, let's take you back

to the concrete streets

Original beats

with real live MCs

Playground tactics

No rabbit in a hat tricks

You've got beef, huh

Watch how I settle it

I f**k 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 sh*t's Jurassic 5

Fingers of death while

you exhale and inhale

with a deep breath

with my chop suey style

'cos I'm a lyrical chef

I gives mines to the death

'cos I'll be cookin' from

here to Brooklyn

Your sh*t's annoying

like fat ass Bookman

on Good Times

When I rhyme I hit

the designated area

I hope you got your shots

'cos this is lyrical malaria

Spreadin', beheadin' fools

with the punishment

I live in America but

f**k 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 kicked the

lyrical windmills

And backspin benedict

strictly for my benefit

I step on toes

when I flow

Don't get offended

Come and get with it

Comprehend it

when I kick it

I represent the real

from the beginning

to the end of it