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Utwór: Twelve

  • wykonawca: Jurassic 5
  • album: Quality Control
  • wyświetleń: 1064

One, two, Jurassic Crew
  What we bout to do, brothers have no clue
  Three, four, tear down the door
  And give the party people what they came here for, ahh
    One, two, Jurassic Crew
  What we bout to do, brothers have no clue
  Three, four, tear down the door
  And give the party people what they came here for
    [Akil]
  Yo, my pleasure principle from the streets of South Central
  Ghetto hip-hop, nonstop fundamental
  Urban curb servin', vocabulary surging
  Rebel with the turban and the street corner sermon
  I keep it working for certain, close curtains
  Renegade bought up a troop when I'm dispursing
  That body rock moving, ghetto baby music
  We eat together with the inner city coolness
    [Chali 2na]
  Yo (Who's this?) Slicing a rhyme in square bits
  Burning through open skin like newly prepared grits
  It's 2na Fish, I'm bringing the bad news
  And changing your bathroom if you thinking that cash rules
  Oooh, pumpernickle blow words like snot speckles
  When shots echo, some duck and hide like Doc Jeckyl
  Like Don Rickles, I'm kicking rhymes that stop heckles
  Correcting all them bumbaclot specials
    [Zaakir]
  Yeah, I got my mind on my money for those that comprehend
  And my money on whatever I think I look fresh in
  Questions, is he stepping authentic?
  Controller of the panic, break a senate lieutenant
  Spit it, yo, despite your critic comments
  Knowing it ain't a hotter verse than Zaakir Mohammed
  Whether last or first, or bottom or top
  Now is it "Stop hip-hop" or "Hip-hop don't stop?"
    [Marc 7even]
  You need to protect your neck
  You the kind of brother who be chasing checks
  Me and my crew crash through and get nuff respect
  Basic bet takers I'm beyond your average thinker
  Break and MC down, like my name was Dr. Shrinker
  Passion fake MC's, wearing mink MC's
  On-the-brink MC's, you need to think MC's
  Bout to sink MC's, don't even speak MC's
  Cause half the shit you kicking sounding weak MC's
    Yo, it goes one, two, Jurassic Crew
  What we bout to do, brothers have no clue
  Three, four, tear down the door
  And give the party people what they came here for, ahh
    One, two, Jurassic Crew
  What we bout to do, brothers have no clue
  Three, four, tear down the door
  And give the party people what they came here for
    [Zaakir]
  I razor sharp with mindset, sunset til sun
  And I admit, I used to bite people's shit when I was young
  Back in 83rd, before my style was preferred
  Now my connectionw with the word is preferred
  Primo, my AC, 310
  The first confidential, inscribed my initial
  The Z double A K-I and R
  Submerge in submarine words near and far
  Cause I'm too hot to handle, too cold to freeze
  And I'm a diss any nigga that sounds like me
    [Akil]
  Yo yo, breeze through the trees, feel the flavor at ease
  Degrees of melodies, typewriter MC's
  They on their Q's and P's withing my vicinity
  Department of Correctional Rhyme Ability
  Keep the biters on lock, rock no silk
  Still shock, rhyme around the clock
    [Marc 7even]
  You schmucks is out of luck, I'm ready to run amuck
    [Akil]
  Ayo I'm lampin, I'm lampin, I'm cold stone lampin
  High pitch, beat drumsticks like Lionel Hampton
  The champion, fly shit, the anthem
  5'11" with dark skin and tantrum
  Handsome never, not even as a kid
  The girls used to say "Oh his nose is too big"
    [Chali 2na]
  Yo, you'll get bruised, kid, ghetto blues, you'll never refuse shit
  The show's good, pinching MC's like rosewood
  I'm shrinking you rap characters into die-cast minitures
  I'll blast ten of you while my rhymes while my rhymes harass senators
  Through TV monitors, brains and glass dinner jaws
  Verbal vinegar for you biters down at the salad bar
  The combat that's making your mom mad
  I'm feeling a congrat for burning his mom bad
    One, two, Jurassic Crew
  What we bout to do, brothers have no clue
  Three, four, tear down the door
  And give the party people what they came here for, ahhh
    One, two, Jurassic Crew
  What we bout to do, brothers have no clue
  Three, four, tear down the door
  And give the party people what they came here for
  

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