Concrete Schoolyard

"We were sitting out on the step, you know" 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 sucker MCs 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 tryin' 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 lurkin' in fear 'cause we take it back like Robin Loxley Rockin' from countrysides to spots where hard rocks be I often wonder if these MCs even know how it feels To dedicate they whole life to this mic of steel It's not about the bills, that's not keepin' it real A lot of tight rappers out here ain't got no deal 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 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 MCs 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 MCs Playground tactics, no 'rabbit in a hat' tricks Just that classic rap shit from Jurassic Now, I walk from Tanzania, earthquake Transylvania And on the way I kicked a hole through the Wall of China Just to get the right blend 'Cause it's 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 MCs 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 MCs Playground tactics, no 'rabbit in a hat' tricks Just that classic rap shit from Jurassic 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 swimmin' Forever winnin', I'm in it like Meadowlark Lemon I get goosebumps when the baseline thumps A sucka MC freestyle, he had mine for lunch Marc 7even, get you open like an attache Briefcase, in this case, the victor is no way Ah, ah, the tool spinners cookin' the full dinner Killin' the first born of lyrical Yul Brynner's When is it the Academy rattlin' your anatomy? Gotta be J5, so kill all of your fake flattery That'll be the day when labels pay our way 2na, what you say when MCs come to play? Man fi dead 'cause we take it back like Spinal Tap Preparin' your intellect before your final nap So ah, let's take it back to the concrete streets Original beats with real live MCs 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 MCs Playground tactics, no 'rabbit in a hat' tricks Just got beef, huh, watch how I'll 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 shit's Jurassic 5 Fingers of Death while you exhale and inhale With a deep breath with my chop suey style 'Cause I'm a lyrical chef, I gets mines to the death 'Cause I be cookin', from here to Brooklyn Your shit's 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