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Tytuł: A day at the races

  • Wykonawca: Jurassic 5
  • Wyświetleń: 898


     [Akil]
  Yo, my metaphor, my musical madness
  Move and motivate those with musical talents, uhh
  Read it in bold print, we holdin it down
  Lick a shot, hip-hop when we in yo' town
  Uhh, master blaster sound
  Freak the future far from here and now
  With style, release increase the peace, uhh
  Bubble with the beat 'til they feelin the heat in the streets
  Now each one, teach one, reach one, young gun
  On one, listen to the warrior's drum
  Beatin up the block with the ghetto hop that knock
  and make you wanna crash the spot
  And unlock explode (BOOM) the alpha and omega code
  With drum rolls and old soul, we uphold
  And foretold to scores of six years ago
  Fast flow from G. Rap to Kool Moe
  Supasyllable, major to the minimal
  Every individual, bounce to the tempo yo
  Lungs collapse and raps be trapped in
  The only way to make it happen, jaw-jappin, fast rappin
  
  [Zaakir]
  Yo, I'm the hot dog that run the hottest monologue
  In star poetic inserts and yes y'all s
  My speech is like holding two glocks apiece
  The outreach that rock police
  The super adventure men portend to put somethin in bitches
  Win when we write, the Emmy winner get hyped, off any printer
  And I came to get it (HIT IT)
  Like Operation PUSH, operate the tush
  Black octopus of soul, in inter-planetary patrol
  I planted my gold, and low and behold
  It's the brother doc, ready to rock-rock
  Don't stop Hobbes, I known like the lumberjack chop chop
  The wordsmith, I write in block letters of cursive
  Curse my circus, serve this surface
  And watch how the brother fet over
  The fly Cassanova with the frankencense odor
  
  [Percy P]
  Bear witness
  To where riches'll make career bitches share pictures
  When the ears get this ya brainses software'll glitches
  Splatter your brains
  Leave scattered remains of matter and stains
  That'll explain how you was battled and slain
  I get rude and go, to your show and use a row
  of fans to BOO and throw you off 'til you lose your flow
  A pro mean like Joe Greene when I blow theme
  Put your whole team on pause like cold cream
  Then show laughter when I flow faster, your hoe haveta
  go after her weave from the breeze when I blow past ya
  I'm dapper plus ghetto and just pedal
  When the dust settles we left in the rubble the crushed metal
  Nurses with hearses sealin conversed with lit purses
  Spit fire, make you first to bit, try me
  Like Osama, odoma', I'ma cause trauma
  And homicides when I collide I get kamikaze
  
  [Big Daddy Kane]
  Kane baby, walk hard, the p-jects
  On streets of Brooklyn I'm a crew of D-cepts
  On streets of L.A. I'm a whole E-set
  On tracks with Jurassic I be the T-Rex
  Still that Gucci dressin, still that coochie pressin
  My pimp game smooth be-gets 'em
  I don't use discretion; cop tends to be stressin
  Fuck explainin it, who's he testin?
  Finsta perform all physical forms
  Leave your ass shakin like a Mystikal song
  Please 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 slimmy
  All I want is my liver all polluted with Remi
  Duel with any, bring it, I face-off
  Son you out your league like Jordan was with baseball
  
  [Chali 2na]
  Yeahhh, your majesty, word flash photography
  Third class economy, blade slashed your artery
  Nerve gassed anatomy, blurred past dramatically
  Herbs hashed, my word splash packed agility
  Never predictability
  Manouvers of mind fully designed cause I'm true to the rhyme
  We do the sublime, crackin yo' backbone
  Attackin you wack clones
  Vernacular right and exact, capital rap zone
  that come back verbal assault rifle (ahhhhh)
  We fight like Stokely Carmichael
  Nope! We just like you
  We broke and ain't no tellin what we might do
  Ain't no joke
  Provoke the right to reverse to seek mercy
  with the King Asiatic and Percy P
  Ain't heard the worst of me, until your chest 3-D
  Spit venom and burn your body like a STD
  
  [Marc 7]
  Put a 20 on the next brother steppin to me wrong
  I mess around a lick cause you done cheat on my theme song
  This might seem wrong, but this is a mean song
  Crushed like King-Kong, and just like ping-pong
  Back and forth, I spit knowl' and toss, it's time to floss
  My verbal affirmation is to always go off
  When syllables slide you'll be enjoyin the vibe
  When consider it pride, it's J5
  When another deadly medley, camera action yo we heavy
  Aim steady slash machette Mazeratti engine ready
  Good and plenty don't be petty count the fetti and we jetti
  OFF to another city where we do our nitty grity
  We wild like Serengeti, tear it down let's seek and set it
  Get ready, for the ride, verbally hand-glide
  Write and stay tight, mission's in sight
  Murderer worldwide the stage is yo' knife
  

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