Concrete Schoolyard

"We were sitting out on the step you know" (One, two) 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 Robin Locksley Rockin' from country side 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 hundred watt blood shot game of death 'Cause we're protected by the covenants of words and beats Rewind and feel the heat Recline and take a seat So, ah 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 Rap shit from Jurassic 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 Rap shit from Jurassic And I'mma walk from Tranzania Earthquake Transylvania And on the way I kicked a hole 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, what up? And we gon' tear shit up I'm on some old and forgotten Sun up to sun down Like picking cotton The Nutty Professor science droppin' Rockin' Robin's hood From New York to Compton Me and my three sons Jabari, Shakir, and Kahsum So, ah 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 Rap shit from Jurassic 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 Rap shit from Jurassic Doo, doo-doo-doo-doo-doo Doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo-doo Doo, doo-doo-doo-doo-doo Doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo-doo Doo, doo-doo-doo-doo-doo Doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo-doo Doo, doo-doo-doo-doo-doo Doo-doo 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 Meadowlark Lemon I get goose bumps When the bassline thumps A sucka MC freestyle He had mine for lunch Marc 7even get you open like an attache Briefcase in this case The beat there is noway Ah, ah the tool spinners Cooking the full dinner Killing the first born of lyrical Yul Brynner's When is it the academy Rattling your anatomy Gotta be J5 so kill all 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 it 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 it back to the concrete streets Original beats with real live MC's Playground tactics No rabbit in a hat tricks Just 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 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 similac 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