(All)

J-U-R-A-S-S-I-C-F-I-V-E



(Chali 2-na)

He who is without sin

Cast the first stone

Blast the verse

No matter the class

I'm vers'tile

Kickin' it for you hipocritic berzerk ohms

I'm hopin' at worst

Hopin' the words that touch home

And clutch domes

Ya' think

Electrical sockets and wet feet

How you infinitely get sleep

The minute we get deep

Ladies and 'gents peep

One hundred percent heat

Up undersea mistreats

Now I'll leave you mince meat

Yes I'm from UNITY

My last name sits in the middle of opportunity (Huh)

With two-laid plans and new-made fans

My crew raid lands and punch like the Kool-Aid Man



Chorus:

(All)

It was a long road to glory

(All)

Battle for territory

Just to be called the masters of the ceremony

Marathon

Decathalon

Word-play

Mega-bomb

Metabolism

With the rhythm

Keep it goin' on

(2X)



(Soup)

The epitomy

Five-hundred thousand so convincingly

Street ministry

J-5th-a-tune infantry

Finna be

About to be

The best kept commodity

Twelve incher LP

We're representin' properly

Now possibly the knock could be

That old school philosophy

That if it doesn't rock a beat

It's not considered property

Remember me

Remember us

Ice Cold

Cold Crush

1920 Gold Rush

Rollin' up

Hold up!

Now aint no need

For you to be surprised

When we impliment and improvise

With each and every verse that I

Get busy with

Lacing it with murder talk

Turn a 'sault

Tom-A-Hawk

Razor sharp

Tribal walk



(All)

Fresh gear

We're makin' our beds

And we're doin' lots of things

That we never did

We went to Paris in the spring-time

Bahamas in the fall

We thank Alla

We're doin' it all



Chorus



(Marc-7even)

Pick a paragraph and phrase it

Mentally you save it

Kick it to the world and

Suddenly they crave it

Thats the way it is

In this verbal warfare

Workin' hard for the love

But there aint no wars here

Years been puttin'

On a play with your foot in

Cause you'll be comin' back

Like the brother Dwight Gooden

Seven's back again

Slappin' men and askin' them

If they really wanna fuck wit' the style we tappin' in



(Akil)

Hey yo, I just couldn't wait

To grab a piece of my own cake

So I can elevate

And hold my own weight

My mind state be the ghetto

Street corner heavy metal

Black like the pot and tea kettle

My street credibility

Minus negativity

Multiplied energy

What attends a few

Ability sililoque

Of a real MC

Tastin' the grammar

J5 slamma jamma



Chorus



(OH) (Here we go)

Metabolism with the rhythm

Keep it goin' on



(scratching)

Marathon

Decathalon

Word-play

Mega-bomb



(OH) (Here we go)

Metabolism with the rhythm

Keep it goin' on



(scratching)

Marathon

Decathalon

Word-play

Mega-bomb