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Monkey Bars
5,231
Hip-Hop/Rap
Monkey Bars was released on January 1, 2000 by [PIAS] Recordings Catalogue as a part of the album Quality Control
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Release DateJanuary 1, 2000
Label[PIAS] Recordings Catalogue
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM100

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jurassic 5
Jurassic 5
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bobby Watson
Bobby Watson
Composer
Dante Givens
Dante Givens
Lyrics
Marc Stuart
Marc Stuart
Composer
Tony Maiden
Tony Maiden
Composer
Yvette Stevens
Yvette Stevens
Composer
Courtenay Henderson
Courtenay Henderson
Composer
Charles Stewart
Charles Stewart
Composer
Lucas Macfadden
Lucas Macfadden
Composer
Mark Ali Potsic
Mark Ali Potsic
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Nu-Mark
DJ Nu-Mark
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
(This record is particularly good for the youngsters)
(Now you get right to the procedure)
[Verse 2]
Now what do you like the most about this?
Conflict, consequence, constant evidence
A classic content communicated conference
Whether five or six, whether a number misprint
[Verse 3]
Or if it seems that you heard it before
If you thought that you would never hear it no more
You should never doubt when we running word of mouth
Be concerned about your health (Let's go)
[Verse 4]
Wait, now you know us but it's not the cold crush
Four MCs so we ain't the Furious
Not the Force MCs or the three from Treacherous
It's a blast from the past from the moment we bust
[Verse 5]
From whatever we touch, we hold platinum plus
But if our shit go rust, still in God We Trust
'Cause it's the second coming display a rhyme so stunnin'
We keep it running and give a shout out to (London)
[Verse 6]
And keep it all, and still perform till the early morn'
Sunset till dawn
I got a word abundance, hold pens by the hunnids
Top speed, guaranteed we still running
[Verse 7]
I be bombastic
With my terror tactics
Why you acting plastic?
Treating all your fans like fanatics
[Verse 8]
We be the upper pair coming air tight like Tupperware
Fuck a fear, press your luck and beware the brigadier
Yeah DJ's be spinning the records that make up the music
So people can focus whenever the mic has been passed to me
[Verse 9]
(The more drums we have in our kit, the more jobs we can handle)
(We're gonna take a break here)
[Verse 10]
(Let's go) (Wait-wait yourself)
Uh, uh, je m'appelle A-K-I-L
Known to exhale when I inhale
And you can tell when in the crew I do my duty-o
(But as I swung to the studio)
[Verse 11]
J-5 make the beat bounce
That's what counts without a doubt
So sup grab the mic and pull the magic out your mouth
We be the rhythm kings, plus rhyme channellings
(I could snare anything) (Go ahead)
[Verse 12]
(Snare-snare-snare, snare, snare)
(Snare-snare-snare, snare, snare) (Kick)
(Snare-snare-snare, snare, snare) (Kick, kick, kick-kick) (Kick)
(Snare-snare-snare, snare, sn-sn-snare) (Kick)
[Verse 13]
MC can't match this fatness
So we practice burning through walls of wack-ness
Yo, two MCs add a little more spice
So we concentrate on mics and keeping pack parties hyped
[Verse 14]
Three MCs underground and worldwide
Surgeon General notify that the 5 is certified
Four MCs at your door once more
When it rains, it pours from the heavens to the Earth floor
[Verse 15]
Five elements, vocal instruments
Super extra strength hip-hop activist
Five for your mind no time and intertwine
Roll with your rhymes sunset to sunrise
[Verse 16]
Five you should know when we flow
You get what you're looking for
Five terrorize your enterprise
'Cause we don't shoot until we see the whites of your eyes
[Verse 17]
Non-stop real rhymes rocking
Disc jockeys out record shopping
Writers doing graphs so bring your pop-locking
We incorporate the whole of hip-hopping
[Verse 18]
Non-stop, we keep it up to par
From the metal monkey bars to concrete school yards
It's like written Arabic, coming from right to left
It's hot to def so take a breath and (Wait-wait yourself)
[Verse 19]
Yo
This **** stopping the tape
Bop bop bop
That's what the **** said, this **** stopping the tape
Hey, what the? Bop bop bop
This **** stopping the tape
Bop bop bop bop bop bop bop
That's just, that's just dumb
[Verse 20]
What's up? What's up, Mark, let's freak that shit, you gotta rhyme on it
You wanna do that verse? You wanna do it chorus, then my verse?
I'm-I'm tryna, I'm-I'm tryna think, should we do
Should we just keep going? Just piece it like that?
And then, 'cause the choruses'll build themselves if we do it like that
Let's-let's keep it like that
Written by: Bobby Watson, Charles Stewart, Courtenay Henderson, Dante Givens, Lucas Macfadden, Marc Stuart, Mark Ali Potsic, Tony Maiden, Yvette Stevens
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