Yeah

Testing, testing, one, two

Uh, one

Press the panic button, governor

We be the crew, guess who, the J-U

R-A-double-S-I-C, we're

In the place to be, it don't stop

We got the rhythm that makes your fingers

Snap, crackle, pop-pop, fizz-fizz

We're known to give a show plus handle our business

Stress (Stress), we destroy

We're known to make noise, 'cause we original B-boys

In the flesh, cradle to the death

Creates the ill scenes when we manifest, yes

I feel the vibe, I feel the vibe too

'Cause it's the butter from the crew

'Cause we original, who

Wanna tussle? Flex vocal muscle?

While we kick the style that busts your blood vessels

With the rhythm, the '96 stylism

Pick up and peel 'em, fill 'em, kill 'em with your vocalism

Yeah, I shoot the giff while plantin' a full spliff

Vocals are coming quicker than Anna Nicole Smith

Malignant metaphors and ganja stay herbs

We conjugate verbs and constipate nerds like you

I'm here to end the conspiracy fearlessly

So you can really see the real emcees (at hand)

I'm 2na Fish on the stick-shift

The eclectic, hectic, desperate to set trip

For the **** who feel that they're twenty-four karat

Plus the way you're livin' get you underwater baptism

Believe it or not, it's the rugged and raw

Put a bullet in the head of four at Mount Rushmore

Yeah, release the beast from within, baptize gins

Keep company with friends that repel sin

I'm out to win, ain't no pretendin', fuck the First Amendment

My speech was free the day that my soul descended

Earthbound, we break sound barriers

Some **** can rhyme, but they got no character

So we preparin' you for war, don't give up the fight

You need to stand up for your rights

And grab a mic and get loose

Produce the juice that keeps the head on

Collision with the New World Order opposition

Competition, none, there's only one in the universe

That knows the final outcome

We got incarcerated minds, men, women, and enzymes

Vibin' off the rhymes sent from the divine essence

Presence effervescence, not to be contested

Some miss the message, go ahead and bless this

So don't mistake us for a crew that used to hit

We on some underground '75 Wild Style shit

We be the crew, guess who and it'll be

The J-U, '95 A.D.

We be causin' ramifications, physicians

Sendin' brothers on grammar vacations if they don't listen

Competition, bustin' shots and people basin'

But we can relieve constipation

Jurassic 5 emcees

And we got the cure for this rap disease

So come on, everybody, let's all get down

'Cause I'm down by law and I know my way around

(The Hulk with more bulk, I'm powerful)