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