Tekstovi: Jurassic 5. Power In Numbers. A Day At The Races.

[Akil]Yo, my metaphor, my musical madnessMove and
motivate those with musical talents, uhhRead it in bold
print, we holdin it downLick a shot, hip-hop when we in
yo' townUhh, master blaster soundFreak the
future far from here and nowWith style, release increase
the peace, uhhBubble with the beat 'til they feelin
the heat in the streetsNow each one, teach one, reach one,
young gunOn one, listen to the warrior's drumBeatin up the block with the ghetto hop that knockand
make you wanna crash the spotAnd unlock explode (BOOM) the
alpha and omega codeWith drum rolls and old soul, we
upholdAnd foretold to scores of six years agoFast
flow from G. Rap to Kool MoeSupasyllable, major to the
minimalEvery individual, bounce to the tempo yoLungs
collapse and raps be trapped inThe only way to make it
happen, jaw-jappin, fast rappin[Zaakir]Yo,
I'm the hot dog that run the hottest monologueIn star
poetic inserts and yes y'all sMy speech is like
holding two glocks apieceThe outreach that rock policeThe super adventure men portend to put somethin in bitchesWin when we write, the Emmy winner get hyped, off any
printerAnd I came to get it (HIT IT)Like Operation
PUSH, operate the tushBlack octopus of soul, in
inter-planetary patrolI planted my gold, and low and
beholdIt's the brother doc, ready to rock-rockDon't stop Hobbes, I known like the lumberjack chop
chopThe wordsmith, I write in block letters of cursiveCurse my circus, serve this surfaceAnd watch how the
brother fet overThe fly Cassanova with the frankencense
odor[Percy P]Bear witnessTo where
riches'll make career bitches share picturesWhen the
ears get this ya brainses software'll glitchesSplatter your brainsLeave scattered remains of matter
and stainsThat'll explain how you was battled and
slainI get rude and go, to your show and use a rowof
fans to BOO and throw you off 'til you lose your flowA pro mean like Joe Greene when I blow themePut your
whole team on pause like cold creamThen show laughter when
I flow faster, your hoe havetago after her weave from the
breeze when I blow past yaI'm dapper plus ghetto and
just pedalWhen the dust settles we left in the rubble the
crushed metalNurses with hearses sealin conversed with lit
pursesSpit fire, make you first to bit, try meLike
Osama, OR DAHMER, I'ma cause traumaAnd homicides when
I collide I get kamikaze[Big Daddy Kane]Kane
baby, walk hard, the p-jectsOn streets of Brooklyn
I'm a crew of D-ceptsOn streets of L.A. I'm a
whole E-setOn tracks with Jurassic I be the T-RexStill that Gucci dressin, still that coochie pressinMy
pimp game smooth be-gets 'emI don't use
discretion; cop tends to be stressinFuck explainin it,
who's he testin?Finsta perform all physical formsLeave your ass shakin like a Mystikal songPlease Dumb,
what type of shit was you on?Cause man to compress a nigga
mean One less a nigga (uh-huh)All I want is my niggaz all
recruitin a slimmyAll I want is my liver all polluted with
RemiDuel with any, bring it, I face-offSon you out
your league like Jordan was with baseball[Chali
2na]Yeahhh, your majesty, word flash photographyThird class economy, blade slashed your arteryNerve
gassed anatomy, blurred past dramaticallyHerbs hashed, my
word splash packed agilityNever predictabilityManouvers of mind fully designed cause I'm true to the
rhymeWe do the sublime, crackin yo' backboneAttackin you wack clonesVernacular right and exact,
capital rap zonethat come back verbal assault rifle
(ahhhhh)We fight like Stokely CarmichaelNope! We
just like youWe broke and ain't no tellin what we
might doAin't no jokeProvoke the right to
reverse to seek mercywith the King Asiatic and Percy PAin't heard the worst of me, until your chest 3-DSpit venom and burn your body like a STD[Marc
7]Put a 20 on the next brother steppin to me wrongI
mess around a lick cause you done cheat on my theme songThis might seem wrong, but this is a mean songCrushed
like King-Kong, and just like ping-pongBack and forth, I
spit knowl' and toss, it's time to floss My
verbal affirmation is to always go offWhen syllables slide
you'll be enjoyin the vibeWhen consider it pride,
it's J5When another deadly medley, camera action yo
we heavyAim steady slash machette Mazeratti engine
readyGood and plenty don't be petty count the fetti
and we jettiOFF to another city where we do our nitty
grityWe wild like Serengeti, tear it down let's seek
and set itGet ready, for the ride, verbally hand-glideWrite and stay tight, mission's in sightMurderer
worldwide the stage is yo' knife

(Thanks to Sisco for these lyrics)