Jurassic 5 Concrete Schoolyard Lyrics

Concrete Schoolyard Lyrics

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
Its 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...

Chorus:
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

2X

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 its
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

Chorus 2X

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 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...

Chorus 2X

You 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 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 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