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Quality Control
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Quality Control은(는) 앨범에 수록된 곡으로 2000년 1월 1일일에 [PIAS] Recordings Catalogue에서 발매되었습니다.Quality Control
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발매일2000년 1월 1일
라벨[PIAS] Recordings Catalogue
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실연 아티스트
Jurassic 5
Jurassic 5
실연자
작곡 및 작사
Courtenay Henderson
Courtenay Henderson
작곡가
Dante Givens
Dante Givens
가사
Marc Stuart
Marc Stuart
작곡가
Charles Stewart
Charles Stewart
작곡가
Lucas Macfadden
Lucas Macfadden
작곡가
Mark Ali Potsic
Mark Ali Potsic
작곡가
프로덕션 및 엔지니어링
Cut Chemist
Cut Chemist
프로듀서

가사

[Verse 1]
Next, we have a very-very big group
By the name of
[Verse 2]
Aye-yo, aye-yo
Come on, dude, you got it
Uh, yo, what, yo
[Verse 3]
Aye-yo, my quality control
Captivates your party patrol
Your mind body and soul
For who the bell tolls, let the rhythm explode
Big, bad, and bold B-boys of old
[Verse 4]
Many styles we hold, let the story be told
Whether platinum or gold, we use breath control
So let the beat unfold, intro on drum roll
We be the Lik like E, Tash, and J-Ro
We harass **** like we was the po-po
We can rule the world without Kurtis and still blow
Finesse, from SP to Casio
Your jams ain't def, you ain't fresh you're so-so
If you don't know us by now you'll never know
We set that mood when we groove and prove and show
The name of the game is survive and prove your flow
You can't out take Jurassic syllable
'Cause it's survival of professional radio
Stop and comprehend and heed the words of my pen
Survival of professional poetical highlanders
Soup, you plan on rockin' something fierce?
[Verse 5]
Oh am I
Zaakir's the name, the A.K.A. super
The verbal acupuncture funky dope old-schooler
I used to be the brother for others they used to dumb on
Now they be the lovers of brothers that can't front on
Put me in the mix, LP 12-inch
SP, the elegant, poetic pestilence
I'm carbonated, plus Fante-confederated
Highly commemorated, and the most celebrated
For connecting it (WORD)
Verb subject to the predicate
Plus I got the etiquette
To keep it movin', and showin' cats how it's done
'Cause it's the verbal combat, position number one
[Verse 6]
We keep it beaming like a beacon
If it's lyrics that you're seeking
Whether black or Puerto Rican
People back us when we're speaking
We got the kinda rhymes that get you ready for the weekend
To the mass amount of legions that came for party pleasing
Our temperature is freezin' all kinds of different regions
The rhythm is the reason you're checking for what we've done
Please son, our thesis'll rip your crew in pieces
Your rhymes ain't ripe, homeboy, you ain't in season
[Verse 7]
Aye-yo, my quality control
Captivates your party patrol
Your mind body and soul
For who the bell tolls, let the rhythm explode
Big, bad, and bold B-boys of old
[Verse 8]
Yo, yo, well it's the angelic man-relic Klan repellent
My Planned Parent manuscripts withstands bullets
Flashin' like a Japan tourist, we command pure hits
While you cramming to understand these contraband lyrics
My fam submits to pray
Five times a day
Climbing into yo mind with live rhyme display
J5 finds a way to remain supreme
Comin' verbally Hardison as if my name was Kadeem
[Verse 9]
Yo, Aye-yo, my team Dreamworks
Without Spielberg's, I spill words
Communicate from the Earth throughout the universe
I transmit, transcripts, transcontinental lyrics
Deeply rooted in your spirit
Up, I love the power of words, nouns and verbs
The pen and the sword, linguist Art of War
No folklores or myths in my penmanship
The path of Scholar Warriors is what I present, uh
Verbally decapitating those against a
Jihad, fi sabilillah, words make sense
You gots  to get up on your vocab
You gots to have vocab
Letters makes words, and sentences makes paragraph
[Verse 10]
(Quality control)
It's Mark 7even, 2na Fish, Zaakir and Akil
(Producers of the highest quality product)
Cut Chemist, Numark
[Verse 11]
Yo, I make the pen capsize
The verbal with the planted eyes
Planning knives ever pair that I utilize
I spit juice, crack blood from your tooth
Inflict truth, speak Allah's ninety-nine attributes
[Verse 12]
Yo, aye-yo, you baby MC's drink Pedialyte
While underground doesn't like you, the media might
But we, the elite, will change that
As we bridge gaps in this lyrical grudge match
Brothers, we slug back
[Verse 13]
Yeah, we bless tracks with the help of a raw rap
Imprinted like pore tracks all over your brain rack
My mental maneuver will clear and steer right through ya
We Grand like Puba, understand that we move ya
[Verse 14]
Aye-yo, my rhythm reveal roller coaster real deal
Revolutionize with active build
I plant my dreams in the field and wait to harvest my skills
For the starvin' MC, hungry tryna get a meal
[Verse 15]
Aye-yo, my quality control
Captivates your party patrol
Your mind body and soul
For who the bell tolls, let the rhythm explode
Big, bad, and bold B-boys of old
Written by: Charles Stewart, Courtenay Henderson, Dante Givens, Lucas Macfadden, Marc Stuart, Mark Ali Potsic
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