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Chorus: repeat 2X
It's the J-U-R-A Capital S another S-I-C 5 MC's in the flesh Bound to catch wreck Hit the deck Cause we'll pop the trunk Plus the tape on your cassette I'm from the crew called Jurassic Stretch like elastic Live and on plastic Step and get that ass kicked From here to there MC's beware I represent that real ghetto urban warfare Ah yeah What you say when you see me in your town Bucking off some rounds Of that underground sound You need to open your eyes Realize and recognize Throw your hands in the air lick a shot for J5 I'm all the way live I socialize with the wise Underprivileged spiritually deprived At times in the flesh Airwaves getting checked The vibe is energized by the way I spit my dialect I be the brain cell buster Old school style kicking hustler That'll rush ya like a wrestler Elliot Ness ya Bow to my pressure Step to J5 you're getting played like Fester I be the ever handy Hard like rock candy Down with Mork and Mandy Won't date Sandy brown eyes Tale of the physical trait Intoxicated by the bomb as I start to sedate Your mainframe All speaking on running this thang Five J's in the house and the styles to blame Chorus Cause it's the J-U-R-A Capital S another S-I-C 5 MC's in the flesh Bound to catch wreck Hit the deck A prehistoric B-boy making beats in my cave They call me 2-na As in Fish in sea Self efficiency That's my mission see Got me wishing we all Could've puffed a spliff first Shoot the giff first And 2-na Fish becomes a gift horse Look me in the mouth Tell me what you see No matter who I am I am you as you see me U is still Nity COM squared and shit I was put here to see if you came prepared and shit I'm red as shit My head is split from every crazy Lazy kid we thought was chill They was Swayze Soon as they got a taste Of what the U-N-I was like Their eyes was like BLAM From the surprise and fright Now it's the vocal enhancement Vintage reigning rocks A hundred mines swing Dig a few chains of black gold Plus block the seven holes that froze A nigga soul and bust blood through his toes For acting like his shit was mega heavy weight But he couldn't escape The way we wet him down like it was watergate Infiltrate flavor crack skull and stone Rip through the carcass spit blood and bone For all those Who feel their crews forever tight knitted When raps emitted Islamicly transmitted Is the brother a color Yes the color's darkly tinted No acts or gimmicks And when the bullets imprinted it's whipped It hibernates till it stretch the yellow tape For Mister Doc key is caliber career, yea With so many rhymes it can't a crew make me Rock for 32 times like John Wayne Gassey You need to put your hands together Cause J5 is in the house Because we're guaranteed to keep it live When we kick the party vibe We came to catch wreck We got the fossilized flavor For you fools who slept And plus we got you sucka crews in check Now come correct Nu-Mark Hit 'em with the perfect blend Cause it "don't stop rockin till I say when" J-U-R-A capital S Another S-I-C 5 MC's in the flesh Bound to catch wreck Hit the deck Cause we'll pop the trunk Plus the tape on your cassette Cause it's the J-U-R-A Capital S another S-I-C 5 MC's in the flesh Bound to catch wreck Hit the deck Cause we'll pop the trunk Plus the tape on your cassette |
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Yeah, testing, testing, one two
Uhh, one Press the panic button God (all) We be the crew, guess who, the Jayou R-A-double-S, I-C, we're in the place to be, it don't stop We got the rhythm that makes your fingers snap, crackle, pop pop, fizz fizz We're known to give a show plus handle our biz-ness Stress, we'll destroy We're known to make noise as the original b-boys in the flesh, greater to the depth Creates the ill scenes when we manifest, yes I feel the vibe I feel the vibe too Cause it's the butter from the crew CAUSE WE ORIGINAL, WHO Wanna tussle? Flex for the muscle? WHILE WE KICK THE STYLE THAT BUSTS YOUR BLOOD VESSLES With the rhythm The ninety-six stylism PICK UP A PILL AND FEEL EM KILL EM WITH YOUR VOCALISM Yeah, I shoot the gift puffin another cold spliff Fools are coming quicker than Anna Nicole Smith Malginant metaphors and ganja stay herbs We conjugate verbs and constipate nerds LIKE YOU I'm hear to end the conspiracy, fearlessly So you can really see the real MC's AT HAND I'm tuna fish on the stickshift The eclectic hectic, desperate to set trip And for the niggaz who feel, that they're 24-karat Plus, the way you're livin get your undewater baptism Believe it or not, it's the rugged and raw Put a bullet in the head of four in Mount Rushmore Yeah, release the beast from within, baptise gins Keep company with friends that repel sin I'm out to win ain't no pretendin, fuck the first amendment My speech was free, the day that my soul descended (all) Earthbound, we might sound various Some niggaz can rhyme, but they got no character So we preparin you for war, don't give up the fight You need to stand up for your rights And grab a mic and get loose, produce the juice that keeps the head on collosion with the New World Order opposition Competition, none, there's only one in the universe that knows the final outcome We got incarcerated minds, men women and enzymes Vibin off the rhymes sent from the di-vine ESSENCE PRESENCE EFFERVESENCE, not to be contested Some miss the message, GO AHEAD AND BLESS THIS So don't mistake us for a crew that used to hit We on some underground certified Wild Style shit (all) We be the crew, guess who, and it'll be The Jayou, ninety-five A.D. Be be causin ramifications, physicians sendin brothers on grammar vacations, if they don't listen Competition, bustin shots on people basin But we can delete constipation (all) Jurassic, 5, MC's And we got the cure for this rap disease So come on everybody let's all get down Cause I'm down by law and I know my way around |
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OK, let's begin! Compound: A substance composed of two or more elements chemically combined in definite proportions by weight. Mixture: Two or more substances that are not chemically united, such as air. Solution: A uniform mixture of varying proportions of a solvent and a solute. For many of our students, this is the lesson you've been waiting for. Lesson... Six. Left channel. Right channel. Hydrogen, H, +1. Sodium, Na, +1. Magnesium, Mg, +2. Aluminum, Al, +3. Potassium, K, +1. Calcium, Ca, +2. Chromium, Cr, +2, three, six. Any physical difficulty with a record, or a turntable, is taken care of. Do you think that Led Zeppelin and Frank Sinatra would go together? Edit. No. Combinations of music. You're about to play a sole, 45 RPM recording, But the turntable is set at 33 and 1/3, And the record plays very slowly. Let's pick up the tempo a bit, eh? Now let us imagine you are in the middle of your Disk Jockey program. This is the mark of a professional. Yeah, if you could throw a couple...yeah uhuh.. Right when he's playin' the drum... Let him play a couple' beats alone. Eeeeuuh. Uh! Oh I'm sorry, I had the turntable at the wrong speed. Listen! Scratching -- The greatest thing on earth! What do you do? What do you do? Drop! Chemical change: a change that alters the composition of the molecules of a substance. New substances with new properties are produced. Drop. From now until your next lesson, we want you to study carefully every section of lesson six, and to go back over Lesson 4. Practice carefully, and you will be ready for the new techniques and new situations we will cover together in Lesson 5. |
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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 sucka mc's 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 trying 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 lurking in fear Cause we take it back like robbin loxly Rockin from country sides to spots where hard rocks be I often wonder if these MC's even know how it feels To dedicate they whole life to this mic of steel It's not about the bills That's not keeping it real A lot of tight rappers out here ain't got no deals 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 covenant of words and beats Rewind and feel the heat Recline and take a seat So ah Let's take you back to the concrete streets Original beats with real live mc's 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 with real live mc's Playground tactics No rabbit in a hat tricks Just that classic Rap shit from Jurassic Now I walk from Tranzania Earthquake Transalvania And on my way I kicked a whole 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 whatup And we goin tear shit up I'm on some old and forgotten Sun up to sun down Like picking cotton The nutty professor science droppin Rockin Robbin's hood From New York to Compton Me and my three sons Jabari Shakir and Kahsum So ah Let's take you back to the concrete streets Original beats with real live mc's 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 with real live mc's Playground tactics No rabbit in a hat tricks Just that classic Rap shit from Jurassic Hey I'm 2naFish from UNITY Do or die Anti illumaniti why Do the liquid from my vocals Make the ghetto start swimming Forever winning I'm in it Like Medolark Lemon I get goose bumps When the baseline thumps A sucka MC freestyle He had mine for lunch Marc 7even get you open like an attach Briefcase in this case The victor is no way Ah ah the tool spinners Cooking the full dinner Killing the first born of lyrical Yul Brenner's When is it the academy Rattling your anatomy That'll be J 5 so kill all of your fake flattery That'll be the day When labels pay our way 2na what you say When MC's come to play Man fe dead Cause we take it back like Spinal Tap Preparing your intellect before your final nap So ah Let's take you back to the concrete streets Original beats with real live mc's 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 with real live mc's Playground tactics No rabbit in a hat tricks just got beef now watch how I 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 shits Jurassic 5 Fingers of death while you exhale and inhale With a deep breath with my Chop Sui style Cause I'm a lyrical chef I gets mines to the death Cause I be cookin From here to Brooklyn Your shits annoying like fatass 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 similack 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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I see dead man grins
Seven deadly sins Couldn't keep his mouth closed in the house of chins The all seeing eye that recognize the rap clones Plus possess the pin to crack the pyramid stone Its the call of the wild thats why my words rank high Drop the verse for nine planets That fell from the sky Do or die you and I get fly with rap expressions With the one two three four five In the session with the lesson Cause in bass and treble we trust With the rebels orally ready in case we bust And write a power chord and if the place be plush We kick the old school like Julio Iglesius Tapes we push be straps with no safety catch We attack like a bullet till your face relax And think about it If you ain't got the class to flee Be mentally ready for jurass-catastrophy Now its time for me to rise The lyric utilizer Down like fertilizer Quick to improvise A style that can surprise ya Your eyes is on the prize We can go line for line I ain't hard to find While we break your spine My mild style reclines I'm laid back All that talk you need to save that The payback is all the reason that I'm flexing The feds rocking like we x-men Chorus: 2X You say you want action satisfaction The brothers with the positive reaction The crew with style that's on top of the pile J5's gonna rock a long long while We get set Who's up next to pull to a fast one Lyrically connect the dots and then I blast one Now who wants action satisfaction Lyrics remind you of bass I'm everlasting Casting plagues my styles crossing the switchblades My momma shoulda named me grace cause I'm amazingly Blazing with the fire and desire I'm world renowned I gets down to the wire If any child of mine gets out a line boastin' My style of rhyme covers you like calamine lotion Lifted out like vine motion I spend time stroking You still drink a dime potion and dime boasting But now my rhymes open brims a spirituality We be giving power that you can share with your family Aerodynamically cutting through danger Ripping your narrow mentality nothing but flavor Chorus 2X The moral of my oral ammunition rendition 2na fish on a Marc 7even collision We be forever keeping niggas on they P's and Q's And the B's who snooze leave diseased and bruised I see through your crews like an x-ray tube And gamma rayed your function Left you with assumption That we be the butter clique We smothered with the action satisfaction thats guaranteed to be jurassic Chorus 2X |
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Yeah you're pickin up fat records. Go ahead you go pick them up fat boy. Pick
em up, fatty, sausage gut. Go head fatso. You pick up a sausage sandwich for me pork rinder. Peasywease! |
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Jurassic 5:
Ayo, it's like this when Allah says "Let it be like" He also designated, poetical brothers with mics For whoever had skills to possess the gift Combinated with the flavor and it goes like this...Tuna Fish! Chali 2na: I'm amphibious, citizen with the lesson plan Cashier at the J5 concession stand (Akil!) Akil: The militant steel with the peripheral Telegraphic skill build up forcefield (Mark 7even!) Mark 7even: Fundamentalist brining my verbal gift My style is packed Quik like cocoa in Swiss Miss (Zaakir!) Zaakir: For the way my pen sticks to rhymes Cause a million party people, it's about that time Jurassic 5: And together, we'll show you how to improvise Reminiscent of the Wild Style '75 Cause it's the brothers on the mic occupying the drums Taking four MC's and make them sound like one Akil: I be the spark from the cannon, blaze the outstanding Tug of war, with the poor, rich, and scandalous Roadrunning bandit, race against advancement Style winds cause storms when I perform Mark 7even: I'm a ?Parker John robot? and stomp your whole spot And beat you whole crew to a bunch of know-nots Dissect you from the inner then declare myself the winner Once the style clears, you'll be (real like Finner) Chali 2na: One of the black your contractor Attacking your backdoor, you're trapped in my trash compactor Move back, whore, swingings before the trap door It's causin' the capture of brothers who rap more Zaakir: Yeah, check the shelling, rock niggas redder than watermelon The grief-stricken, rotated 20/20 vision Rap felon, hottest rebel with bad spelling I pitch shift with unprecedented sharpness Jurassic 5: Distributor, local street corner contributor Word inhibitor, scientific positioner Rhythm commission be J's for real "He drives the crossfader like a cutmobile" We perpetrate the fake, the fraud, the phony Jurassic Masters of the Ceremony You came and saw right before your eyes In fact the old school flavor has survived, like this... (Instrumental breakdown) And together, we show you how to improvise Reminiscent of the Wild Style '75 Cause it's the brothers on the mic occupying the drums We taking four MC's and make 'em sound like one And together, we show you how to improvise Reminiscent of the Wild Style '75 So whoever bought the tape bring your butt right back Cause you never in your life heard a cut like that Zaakir: Hey, we flip fast phonographs 45 records smash High was the forecast, ain't nothing they never had Mark 7even: Make a move, never lose, competition quick to choose New styles, hot rhymes, guaranteed to blow your mind Chali 2na: (Who is he?) The subtle ?? fanatic for unity Demonstratin' the ghetto diplomatic immunity Akil: Well I'm the style stimulist, sound photosynthesis Super with the sentences in the Latin centuries Jurassic 5: And together, we'll show you how to improvise Reminicent of the Wild Style '75 Cause it's the brothers on the mic occupying the drums Taking four MC's and make them sound like one And together, we'll show you how to improvise Reminicent of the Wild Style '75 Cause it's the brothers on the mic in the place to be It's the J-U-R-A double S I-C |
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I see dead man grins
Seven deadly sins Couldn't keep his mouth closed in the house of chins The all seeing eye that recognize the rap clones Plus possess the pin to crack the pyramid stone Its the call of the wild thats why my words rank high Drop the verse for nine planets That fell from the sky Do or die you and I get fly with rap expressions With the one two three four five In the session with the lesson Cause in bass and treble we trust With the rebels orally ready in case we bust And write a power chord and if the place be plush We kick the old school like Julio Iglesius Tapes we push be straps with no safety catch We attack like a bullet till your face relax And think about it If you ain't got the class to flee Be mentally ready for jurass-catastrophy Now its time for me to rise The lyric utilizer Down like fertilizer Quick to improvise A style that can surprise ya Your eyes is on the prize We can go line for line I ain't hard to find While we break your spine My mild style reclines I'm laid back All that talk you need to save that The payback is all the reason that I'm flexing The feds rocking like we x-men Chorus: 2X You say you want action satisfaction The brothers with the positive reaction The crew with style that's on top of the pile J5's gonna rock a long long while We get set Who's up next to pull to a fast one Lyrically connect the dots and then I blast one Now who wants action satisfaction Lyrics remind you of bass I'm everlasting Casting plagues my styles crossing the switchblades My momma shoulda named me grace cause I'm amazingly Blazing with the fire and desire I'm world renowned I gets down to the wire If any child of mine gets out a line boastin' My style of rhyme covers you like calamine lotion Lifted out like vine motion I spend time stroking You still drink a dime potion and dime boasting But now my rhymes open brims a spirituality We be giving power that you can share with your family Aerodynamically cutting through danger Ripping your narrow mentality nothing but flavor Chorus 2X The moral of my oral ammunition rendition 2na fish on a Marc 7even collision We be forever keeping niggas on they P's and Q's And the B's who snooze leave diseased and bruised I see through your crews like an x-ray tube And gamma rayed your function Left you with assumption That we be the butter clique We smothered with the action satisfaction thats guaranteed to be jurassic Chorus 2X |
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Now what you hear is not a test
This is a verbal gunfight like the wild wild west And if you got beef get it off your chest my son Because the 2na's gonna show you how the west was won (Soup) We rolled up to the spot about a half past noon Jumped from the horse, slid into the saloon Walkin in the spot I heard the musicman stop Danced up to the bar, a double snapple on the rocks (Chali 2na) Now mr. bartender told me strangers get flack (Really black?) But they'll be fuckin with the black billy jack Feel the mack, ?? you can never even got the chance bro We move the crowd like we were ?? (Soup) And my drink he never passed it, he got real sarcastic (Fat Bastard) You them niggas from the crew called Jurassic Talkin mad shit as his face showed a frown You niggas better leave before the sun go down (CHORUS 1) Cuz uh, we be the king of, the verbal gunslingers You better bring a casket, a preacher and a singer nigga We be the kings of the ones that brought static I use my rhymes like a glock automatic (Both) Ay yo, somethin lookin fishy yo I think we better watch Yo, I'd make sure you got your trigger uncocked Yo I'm sayin real niggas always deal a gun blast Get the horse, kiss the girl, grab the mic and let's dash (Chali 2na) Cuz uh, we be the king of, the verbal gunslingers You better bring a casket, a preacher and a singer nigga Cuz when the lead locks on it don't let ya I'm not a grifter more like a high-plains drifter (Soup) And as the plot kickened, thickened, niggas started shovin me Muggin me, tuggin me, into the good bad and the ugly Troubly doubly I grabbed a glass full of bubbly Publicly rubbin me I told my nigga Chali cover me (Chali 2na) Yo, I gotcha back and I'm buckin I'm lookin back and I'm duckin I'm tryin to get us the FUCK out the place Brothas who was harassin we was doin the blastin Yo suit go get us the bucks out the safe (CHORUS 1) Dead men never tell about the things they saw The stakes is what can make a man become an outlaw Hey, we be the peeps who keep the past alive 2na fish, and Akil from the Jurassic 5 (Soup) Ay yo peeps has been grand, but understand we in a hurry Emergency currency, many niggas that wanna murder me Heard of me And 2na fish ?? capacity keepin the west blazin like Sundance and Butch Cassidy (Chali 2na) Man, we need some type of plan cuz peeps is skanless Thinkin that they can make a man hush with the ambush My man bust til you crack the safe Yo back is safe and we gon take the back escape (Both) Now if you don't know who we are, I suggest you better hiiiide Or look down the devil's eye, sing a lullaby And the picture on my poster make my left side my best side (Chali 2na) I'm on my last two rounds I let a thousand free I heard the bartender called for the cavalry Now they outside, waitin on my ?? Verbal gunslinger forever and proud to be Cuz uh, we be the king of, the verbal gunslinger And now they got the casket, the preacher and a singer cuz they ?? at the ?? Stay alive yo! Rhymin with our back to the wall, tryin to survive the fall Cuz dead men never tell about the things they saw The stakes is what can make a man become an outlaw Hey, we be them peeps that keep the past alive It's 2na fish, and Akil, from the Jurassic 5 |
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(All)
J-U-R-A-S-S-I-C-F-I-V-E (Chali 2-na) He who is without sin Cast the first stone Blast the verse No matter the class I'm vers'tile Kickin' it for you hipocritic berzerk ohms I'm hopin' at worst Hopin' the words that touch home And clutch domes Ya' think Electrical sockets and wet feet How you infinitely get sleep The minute we get deep Ladies and 'gents peep One hundred percent heat Up undersea mistreats Now I'll leave you mince meat Yes I'm from UNITY My last name sits in the middle of opportunity (Huh) With two-laid plans and new-made fans My crew raid lands and punch like the Kool-Aid Man (Chorus:) (All) It was a long road to glory (All) Battle for territory Just to be called the masters of the ceremony Marathon Decathalon Word-play Mega-bomb Metabolism With the rhythm Keep it goin' on (2X) (Soup) The epitomy Five-hundred thousand so convincingly Street ministry J-5th-a-tune infantry Finna be About to be The best kept commodity Twelve incher LP We're representin' properly Now possibly the knock could be That old school philosophy That if it doesn't rock a beat It's not considered property Remember me Remember us Ice Cold Cold Crush 1920 Gold Rush Rollin' up Hold up! Now aint no need For you to be surprised When we impliment and improvise With each and every verse that I Get busy with Lacing it with murder talk Turn a 'sault Tom-A-Hawk Razor sharp Tribal walk (All) Fresh gear We're makin' our beds And we're doin' lots of things That we never did We went to Paris in the spring-time Bahamas in the fall We thank Alla We're doin' it all (Chorus) (Marc-7even) Pick a paragraph and phrase it Mentally you save it Kick it to the world and Suddenly they crave it Thats the way it is In this verbal warfare Workin' hard for the love But there aint no wars here Years been puttin' On a play with your foot in Cause you'll be comin' back Like the brother Dwight Gooden Seven's back again Slappin' men and askin' them If they really wanna fuck wit' the style we tappin' in (Akil) Hey yo, I just couldn't wait To grab a piece of my own cake So I can elevate And hold my own weight My mind state be the ghetto Street corner heavy metal Black like the pot and tea kettle My street credibility Minus negativity Multiplied energy What attends a few Ability sililoque Of a real MC Tastin' the grammar J5 slamma jamma (Chorus) (OH) (Here we go) Metabolism with the rhythm Keep it goin' on (scratching) Marathon Decathalon Word-play Mega-bomb (OH) (Here we go) Metabolism with the rhythm Keep it goin' on (scratching) Marathon Decathalon Word-play Mega-bomb |
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Party people, are you with me?
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