Jurassic 5 Concrete And Clay Lyrics

Concrete And Clay Lyrics

Now I'ma say this once again open up your mind

Shot heard around the world came from our fresh rhymes

The contribution to showbiz, mixed with entertainment

Resurrected rhymes, not the same old same

Now if you like what we came with

And you feel you can sang wit it

Peep the verbal language and the way we arranged it

Now entertainment to make the people applaud

I'm not trying to say my style is better than yours



I'm from the graduating class of one-nine-eight-eight

L.A. Unified School M A H

A gangbanger from the streets taught me how to break

In South Central L.A., ay yo, can you relate?



I'm Chali 2na

The one who puff the buddha keep the Snapple in the cooler

Used to go to junior high with Son Doola

Old skoola - a permanent, element, in ya tournament

Tellin it prevalent never delicate when we burnin it



Now from L.A. to the U.K. we attempt to rock a party

The rhyme and the music you don't hear that no more hardly

I can say it's partly, all our faults smarty

J5'll bring you more than the shakin of a body



Ay yo a child is born but no state of mind

But when I first heard it, put words to rhymes

I went from hypercars, to powder blue All-Stars

To hangin on monkey bars catchin spiders in jelly jars



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So uh, let's take it back to the concrete streets

Original beats with real live MC's

Playground tactics, no rabbit-in-a-hat tricks

Just that classic, rappin from Jurassic



I bring the noise plus the funk, entertainin like a dunk

From a snotty-nosed prima donna millionaire punk

But uh, I heard a hunch, that somebody might munch

Cause J5 go together just like parties and spiked punch

Your crew's captain crunch, and I'm the seven seas

Bombin on MC's, crushin crews with ease

Brother please you know my steez is 100 degrees

With no era bring it live like the Trio of Terror



Trio of Terror no mascara, at last your brass surpass pleasure

We the last treasure set to entice the cash bearer

Mask wearers who bite my reflection like glass mirrors

Be trash pickers who need to consider the past clearer



Now what you thought was old and out of date

We brought it back alive and changed the shape

We put it on wax for those who think that

The 5 we energize has been extinct



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We takin it back like battles in hallways and bathrooms

And battles in the back of the classroom

And in the bungalows game of death with flows

Lunchtime rhymes you had to prove and show



Never the school type, couldn't pronounce the words right

The class jester, I was flunkin every semester

The summer hit, had it burnin in '86

Class cuttin and runnin wit all the neighborhood derelicts



Within the concrete jungle (huh!) we remain humble

Akil and Akir, bounce, flip and tumble

Uh, we never fumble, break down or stumble

Hot mumbo jumbo, just bring it when we rumble



We push it like the Daytona

Fresh rhymes we blaze on yas

Strictly from California old skool public diplomas

We spittin from every corner we flippin it when we wanna

Beneath the concrete be street word on ya



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