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Concrete Schoolyard
J5
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"We were sitting out on the step, you know"
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Now, I'm a say this one time, boy, and that's my word
We rockin' shots and not fire through the Hindenburg
The contribution 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 die before they've begun
Well I'd like to know if you've got the notion
'Cause we're number one
I'm not tryin' to say my style is better than yours
I'm just on some other shit
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 lurkin' in fear 'cause we take it back like Robin Loxley
Rockin' from countrysides 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's not about the bills, that's not keepin' it real
A lot of tight rappers out here ain't got no deal
We appeal to the brothers with flow finesse
'Cause it's the 100 watt blood shot, game of death
'Cause we're protected by the covenants of words and beats
Rewind and feel the heat, recline and take a seat
So, ah, let's take it back to the concrete streets
Original beats with real live MCs
Playground tactics, no 'rabbit in a hat' tricks
Just that classic rap shit from Jurassic
Let's take it back to the concrete streets
Original beats with real live MCs
Playground tactics, no 'rabbit in a hat' tricks
Just that classic rap shit from Jurassic
Now, I walk from Tanzania, earthquake Transylvania
And on the way I kicked a hole through the Wall of China
Just to get the right blend
'Cause it's schizophrenic of the pathway to livin'
I fell into the deep end
You shouldn't have told me the 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 gon' tear shit up
I'm on some old and forgotten, sun up to sun down
Like picking cotton, 'The Nutty Professor', science droppin'
Rockin' Robin's Hood from New York to Compton
Me and my three sons, Jabari, Shakir, and Kahsum
So, ah, let's take it back to the concrete streets
Original beats with real live MCs
Playground tactics, no 'rabbit in a hat' tricks
Just that classic rap shit from Jurassic
Let's take it back to the concrete streets
Original beats with real live MCs
Playground tactics, no 'rabbit in a hat' tricks
Just that classic rap shit from Jurassic
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Hey, I'm 2na-Fish from U-N-I-T-Y
Do or die, anti-Illumaniti, why?
Do the liquid from my vocals
Make the ghetto start swimmin'
Forever winnin', I'm in it like Meadowlark Lemon
I get goosebumps when the baseline thumps
A sucka MC freestyle, he had mine for lunch
Marc 7even, get you open like an attache
Briefcase, in this case, the victor is no way
Ah, ah, the tool spinners cookin' the full dinner
Killin' the first born of lyrical Yul Brynner's
When is it the Academy rattlin' your anatomy?
Gotta be J5, so kill all of your fake flattery
That'll be the day when labels pay our way
2na, what you say when MCs come to play?
Man fi dead 'cause we take it back like Spinal Tap
Preparin' your intellect before your final nap
So ah, let's take it back to the concrete streets
Original beats with real live MCs
Playground tactics, no 'rabbit in a hat' tricks
Just that classic rap shit from Jurassic
Let's take it back to the concrete streets
Original beats with real live MCs
Playground tactics, no 'rabbit in a hat' tricks
Just got beef, huh, watch how I'll settle it
I'll fuck around and arrest your whole development
I'm eloquent, when it comes to digital display
I'm ready for the world while you earl 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
'Cause I'm a lyrical chef, I gets mines to the death
'Cause I 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 'cause this is lyrical malaria
Spreading, beheading fools with the punishment
I live in America but fuck this government
A hundred and fifty times over silk with lead
While y'all drink the Similac, my rhymes are breast-fed
No artificial nipples, I flip the real skills
I thought I told you once I kick 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
Comprehended when I kick it
I represent the real
From the beginning to the end of it
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