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If You Only Knew
Never, think just for shits and giggles Do we spit syllable riddles for bits and kibbles So chicks can wiggle and shake Cuz this image is fake AKIL I'm trying hard to relate in a place filled with so much hate SOUP Some brothers debate some love and some hate Whatever the case its all about the choices you make That's the reason you balloon or deflate CHALI But do relate we trying to rap back to its primitive state Wait MARC 7 No overnight success or running the bets Just pure unadulterated work progress I'm willing to bet the farm you'll give you right arm For a piece of the pie ask yourself why CHORUS If you only knew, the trials and tribulations we've been through But if you only knew, we real people homey just like you We humble but don't mistake us for some corny ass crew What we do is try to give you whatcha ain't used to SOUL MUSIC SOMETHING WE CAN ALL RELATE TO AKIL I ams what I am and that's all I can be, No more no less what you seeing is me Akil the MC W-I-S-E Wise intelligent God did bless me SOUP Yes we rock up off all the SP freshly especially Dangerous rough and deadly ALL The pen positioner Tip the Richter scale CHALI Alone we sink together we sail and prevail The rum brazen, coming through Guns blazin' Some of you duns running through ones with none savin' Complainin', me and my clan are unscathin' From the soul comes something amazing CHORUS AKIL How many times I gotta hear some fanatic in my ear Tellin me to keep it real when they ain't payin my bills Or feeding my kids, judging me on how I live If my crib in the hood or if its up in the hills MARC 7 Have you forgotten who you are? O you think you're a star Why you frontin' (you ain't nothing) You went from nothing to something But something means nothing If your people still wanting CHALI And you got money ain't givin' them nothing ALL Flossin and frontin SOUP Your game of charades The way you behave The image you save Your brother thats one big parade I'm sick of your ways I'm sitting here spitting the praise The next time they smile and they wave Will probably be with a gauge CHORUS |
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(Chorus)
My quality control captivates your party patrol Your mind-body-and-soul For whom the bell tolls let the rhythm explode Big bad and bold B-Boys of old (Jurassic 5) Many styles we hold, let the story be told Whether platinum or gold, we use breath control So let the beat unfold, intro, or drum-roll We be the lik, like E-Tash and J-Ro We harass niggas like we was the po-po We can rule the world without Curtis and still blow Finesse from SP to Casio Your jams ain't def, you ain't fresh, you're so-so If you don't know us by now you'll never know We set that rule when we rule to prove you're show The name of the game is survive and prove your flow You can't outtake Jurassic syllable Cause it's survival of professional radio Stop and comprehend and heed the words of my pen Survival of professional poetic highlanders Soup? You plan on rockin' something fierce? (Zaakir) Oh am I Zaakir's the name, the A.K.A Soup-ah The verbal acupuncture from the dope old-schooler I used to be the bubble for other that used to come on Now they be the lovers of brothers they can't front on Put me in the mix LP 12-inch SP the elegant poetic pestilence I'm carbonated the anti-confederated Highly commemorated and the most celebrated For connecting it word verb subject to the predicate Plus I got the etiquette to keep it moving and showing cats how it's done Cause' it's the verbal combat position number one (Mark 7even) We keep it beaming like a beacon If it's lyrics that you're seeking Whether black or Puerto Rican People back us when we're speaking We got the kinda rhymes to get ya ready for the weekend (Jurassic 5) To the mass amount of legions that came for party pleasing (Mark 7even) Our temperature is freezing all kinds of different regions The rhythm is the reason you're checking for what we've done Please, son, our thesis will rip your crew in pieces Your rhymes ain't ripe, homeboy you ain't in season (Chorus) My quality control captivates your party patrol Your mind-body-and-soul For whom the bell tolls let the rhythm explode Big bad and bold B-Boys of old (Chalie 2na) Well it's the angelic man relic Klan repellant My planned parent manuscripts withstand bullets Flashing like a Japan tourist we command pure hits While you cramming to understand these contraband lyrics My fam submits to pray five times a day Climbing into your mind with live rhyme display J-Five finds a way to remain supreme Coming verbally Hardison as if my name was Kadeem (Akil) Ayo my team dream works without Spielbergs or spill words Communicate from the Earth throughout the universe I transmit transcripts transcontinental lyrics Deeply rooted in your spirits I love the power of words nouns and verbs The pen and the sword linguistic art of war No folklores or myths in my penmanship The Pather Scholar Warriors is what I present Verbally decapitating those against Ja ha, veesee ee vee lee la Now my words make sense You gots-ta get up on your vocab (Jurassic 5) You gots-ta have vocab (Akil) Letters make words and sentences makes paragraphs (Zakir) I make the pen capsize like the verbal with the planted eyes Planning knives with every pair that I utilise I Spit juice crack blood from your tooth Inflict truths speak Allahs ninety-nine attributes (Chalie 2na) You baby MCs drink Pedialyte While underground doesn't like you the media might But we the elite will change that As we bridge gaps in this lyrical grudge-match Brothers we slug back (Mark 7even) We bless tracks with the help of a raw rap Imprint it like paw tracks all over your brain-wrap My mental maneuver will clear and steer right through ya We grand like Poobah understand that we move ya (Akil) My rhythm reveals roller-coaster real deal Revolutionise we active build I plant my dreams in the field and wait to harvest my skills For the starving MC hungry trying to get tha meal (Chorus) My quality control captivates your party patrol Your mind-body-and-soul For whom the bell tolls let the rhythm explode Big bad and bold B-Boys of old |
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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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If You Only Knew
Never, think just for shits and giggles Do we spit syllable riddles for bits and kibbles So chicks can wiggle and shake Cuz this image is fake AKIL I'm trying hard to relate in a place filled with so much hate SOUP Some brothers debate some love and some hate Whatever the case its all about the choices you make That's the reason you balloon or deflate CHALI But do relate we trying to rap back to its primitive state Wait MARC 7 No overnight success or running the bets Just pure unadulterated work progress I'm willing to bet the farm you'll give you right arm For a piece of the pie ask yourself why CHORUS If you only knew, the trials and tribulations we've been through But if you only knew, we real people homey just like you We humble but don't mistake us for some corny ass crew What we do is try to give you whatcha ain't used to SOUL MUSIC SOMETHING WE CAN ALL RELATE TO AKIL I ams what I am and that's all I can be, No more no less what you seeing is me Akil the MC W-I-S-E Wise intelligent God did bless me SOUP Yes we rock up off all the SP freshly especially Dangerous rough and deadly ALL The pen positioner Tip the Richter scale CHALI Alone we sink together we sail and prevail The rum brazen, coming through Guns blazin' Some of you duns running through ones with none savin' Complainin', me and my clan are unscathin' From the soul comes something amazing CHORUS AKIL How many times I gotta hear some fanatic in my ear Tellin me to keep it real when they ain't payin my bills Or feeding my kids, judging me on how I live If my crib in the hood or if its up in the hills MARC 7 Have you forgotten who you are? O you think you're a star Why you frontin' (you ain't nothing) You went from nothing to something But something means nothing If your people still wanting CHALI And you got money ain't givin' them nothing ALL Flossin and frontin SOUP Your game of charades The way you behave The image you save Your brother thats one big parade I'm sick of your ways I'm sitting here spitting the praise The next time they smile and they wave Will probably be with a gauge CHORUS |
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