Jura**ic 5 - Concrete Schoolyard (clean Kazoo) lyrics

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 Jura**ic 5 on the microphone Now if you like the tone And how the harmony's done And the s**er 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 sh** 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 d**h 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 cla**ic rap sh** from Jura**ic 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 cla**ic rap sh** from Jura**ic 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 sh** 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 cla**ic rap sh** from Jura**ic 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 cla**ic rap sh** from Jura**ic 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 ba**line thumps The s**a 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 k**n the first born of lyrical Yule Brinners When isn't the Acadamy rattling your anatomy Gotta be J5 so k** 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 cla**ic rap sh** from Jura**ic 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 cla**ic rap sh** from Jura**ic sh**'s got beef huh watch how I settle it I f** 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 sh**'s Jura**ic 5 fingers of d**h 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 d**h Cuz I'll be cookin from here to brooklyn Your sh**'s annoying like fat a** 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 fu*k 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 sk**s 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