J U R A S S I C F I V E
He who is without sin cast the first Blast the verse, no the class, I'm vers'tile Kickin' it for you hipocritic berzerk ohms, I'm at worst Hopin' the that touch home and clutch domes Ya' think, electrical and wet feet How you infinitely get sleep the we get deep
and 'gents peep one hundred percent heat Up undersea mistreats, now I'll leave you mince Yes, I'm unity My last name sits in the of opportunity (Huh) With two-laid plans and fans My crew raid lands and punch the Kool-Aid Man
It was a road to glory Battle for Just to be called the of the ceremony
Marathon, Word-play, Metabolism with the Keep it on
It was a road to glory Battle for Just to be called the of the ceremony
Marathon, Word-play, Metabolism with the it goin' on
The epitomy, thousand so convincingly Street ministry, infantry be, about to be The kept commodity, twelve incher LP We're representin' Now possibly the knock be That old school That if it rock a beat It's not considered
me, remember us Ice Cold, Cold Crush, Gold Rush Rollin' up, up Now ain't no for you to be surprised When we implement and each and every verse that I Get busy with, lacing it with talk Turn a 'sault, sharp, tribal walk
Fresh gear, makin' our beds And we're doin' lots of That we did We went to Paris in the Bahamas in the We Alla, we're doin' it all
It was a long road to for territory Just to be called the masters of the
Marathon, Word-play, with the rhythm Keep it on
a paragraph and phrase it, mentally you save it Kick it to the world and suddenly crave it That's the way it is, in this verbal warfare hard for the love But ain't no wars here Years been on a play with your foot in 'Cuz you'll be comin' back like the brother Dwight back again, slappin' men and askin' them If they wanna fuck wit' the style we tappin' in
Hey yo, I just couldn't wait to grab a of my own cake So I can elevate and my own weight My state be the ghetto, street corner heavy metal Black like the pot and tea My credibility, minus negativity Multiplied energy, attends a few Ability of a real MC the grammar, J5 slamma jamma
It was a road to glory Battle for Just to be called the of the ceremony
Marathon, Word-play, with the rhythm Keep it on
(Oh, we go) Metabolism with the Keep it on
Marathon, Word-play,
(Oh, we go) Metabolism with the it goin' on
Marathon, Word-play,