Jurassic - Xelishurt & SEBZERA

Yeah, testing, testing, one, two Uhh, one Press the panic button, God We be the crew, guess who, the Jayou 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, we'll destroy We're known to make noise as the original b-boys In the flesh, greater to the depth 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 bursts your blood vessels With the rhythm The '96 stylism Pick up a pill and feel 'em, kill 'em with your vocalism Yeah, I shoot the gift, puffin' on a cold 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 MCs at hand I'm tuna fish on the stickshift The eclectic hectic, desperate to set trip And for the niggas who feel, that they're 24-karat Plus, the way you're livin' get your underwater baptism Believe it or not, it's the rugged and raw Put a bullet in the head of four in Mount Rushmore Yeah, release the beast from within, baptise 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 make sound various Some niggas 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, effervesence, 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 certified wild style shit We be the crew, guess who, and it'll be The Jayou, 95 A.D. Be be 'causing ramifications, physicians Sendin brothers on grammar vacations, if they don't listen Competition, bustin shots on people basin But we can delete constipation Jurassic 5 MCs 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 Come with the hope with more funk, I'm powerful Edit

50 Racks and Chanel this is my recipe Try to fuck wit' me i'll give ya' ass a hysterectomy Bitch i'm fly to death, don't you go on resurrecting me I'm finna' fuck a demon, don't you see? death ain't affecting me Nigga wanna' cry I did em' foul, now may he rest in piece Nigga ackin' tall we seen em' fall, he wanna tell on beat I gotta keep my lyrics fuckin' clean, they quick to tell on me Cuz every letter in this fuckin' line counts as a felony I got niggas in my fuckin' state that got a curse Fitty' shots, make a crip walk to a hurse Lil Johnny ain't a fuckin' banger, needs rehearsal Imma pull the fuckin' pocket rocket out the purse Out the purse, Out the purse, Out the purse Out the purse, Out the purse, Out the purse Out the purse, Out the purse, Out the purse Out the purse, Out the purse, Out the purse Out the purse, Out the purse, Out the purse Out the purse, Out the purse, Out the purse Out the purse, Out the purse, Out the purse Out the purse, Out the purse, Out the purse 500 On the watch and on some denim jeans Up the fuckin' blick' i'll match the score just like a referee Ain't a nigga that is finna' run up and try pressin' me This drum got plenty beats, gon' have you dancing like its billie jean Why you smokin' loud and speakin quiet? Whats the secrecy Have you in the background of my art, just like a speaker bleedin Did a quickie, speedin in a foureign, that's the need for speed I dropped a bitch back in the 7th grade, she still be seekin' me I dont know why niggas wanna hate, they still be peepin' me Niggas ackin' like im quick to run if niggas creep on me Coppas talk to me I say, I dont know and to keep it brief But I just caught a body and was smokin' with my nigga keef No mo' rappin' cap, man all ya'll nigga stay up in a leash All my niggas dogs, you wanna fuck up? they gon' beef fo free Pussy bitch, you talkin crazy, How you wanna talk to me And how you wanna diss me nigga, then turn to apologies Out the purse, Out the purse, Out the purse Out the purse, Out the purse, Out the purse Out the purse, Out the purse, Out the purse Out the purse, Out the purse, Out the purse Out the purse, Out the purse, Out the purse Out the purse, Out the purse, Out the purse Out the purse, Out the purse, Out the purse Out the purse, Out the purse, Out the purse

Imma' pull up on em' with that fuckin' choppa (Choppa) Make a nigga dance, but this ain't no bachata (Chata) Way too high right now, i feel like a helicopter (Woah) Grab my tec and i let it blow like a hoe that's drunk (Ha) I don't give no fucks, I'll let my nine eat off some chunks (Ha) Imma' make that call, I tip my brothas' off that hunch (Ha) They thought I was jokin' now his bodies' in that trunk (Ha) And i keep it rollin' bitch im smokin' on that funk' (Ha) Guns, keep em in my trunk Darius, I dunk On just bout' everyone And I hit lil' bitch for fun When I feel like feelin' none When I feel like this, then I feel like killin' on a gin and rum When I feel like this, then I might just fuck around and kill yo' son When I feel like this, then i might just put my dick up in yo' daughter Imma' pull up on em' with that fuckin' choppa (Choppa) Make a nigga dance, but this ain't no bachata (Chata) Way too high right now, i feel like a helicopter (Woah) Grab my tec and i let it blow like a hoe that's drunk (Ha) I don't give no fucks, I'll let my nine eat off some chunks (Ha) Imma' make that call, I tip my brothas' off that hunch (Ha) They thought I was jokin' now his bodies' in that trunk (Ha) And i keep it rollin' bitch im smokin' on that funk' (Ha) Yeah, she bad Know' she count this cash Fast never last, 150 on the dash Ass fat, gotta brag Cause' you know we smoking, all I see is grey All this green a hot box, put it in a safe This ain't no bachata, put you in your place My girl like barista, give me creme brûlée Bobby like bouche, don't care what you say Coming up, Duce Going up, Tuesday Titty boy, 2 chains got me like touche Switchin' up, two lanes Imma' Imma' Imma' pull up on em' with that fuckin' choppa (Choppa) Make a nigga dance, but this ain't no bachata (Chata) Way too high right now, i feel like a helicopter (Woah) Grab my tec and i let it blow like a hoe that's drunk (Ha) I don't give no fucks, I'll let my nine eat off some chunks (Ha) Imma' make that call, I tip my brothas' off that hunch (Ha) They thought I was jokin' now his bodies' in that trunk (Ha) And i keep it rollin' bitch im smokin' on that funk' (Ha)