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Jurassic 5 Album

Power In Numbers (10/08/2002)
Acetate Prophets
. . .

Yo,yo,yo this is sister[?]
From original wailers
You are in tune to Jurassic 5
Don't move your dial
Enough love and respect
The music is strong
Play on

. . .

**Hold on to this feelin', Freedom (Freedom!)** [2X]

[Chali 2na]
Yo, Seldom travel by the multitude
The devil's gavel has a cup of food
My culture's screwed cause this word is misconstrued
Small countries exempt from food cause leader have different views
You choose

What meen the world to me is bein' free
Live and let live and just let it be (Let it be)
Love peace and harmony, one universal family
One God, one aim and one destiny

[Marc 7]
Are we there?
Imagine life without a choice at all
Given no hope without a voice at all
These be the problems that we face
I'm talkin' poverty in race
But no matter what the case we gotta...


Yo, I'm the first candidate to hate
Had to beat on the drum to communicate
For what was to come to those who were hung
They would decapitate the tongue if you would mention the word (Freedom)

[Chali 2na]
Got people screamin' free Mumia Jamal
But two out of three of ya'll will probably be at the mall
I'm heated wit ya'll, been defeated before
And complete an unsolved when the word freedom's involved

Yo, my forefathers hung in trees to be free (Rest in peace)
Got rid of slavery but kept the penitentiary
And now freedom got a shotgun and shells wit cha name
Release the hot ones and let freedom ring

I'm the former vote prisoner
Hollywood visitor
Dance for cats segregated on wax
My color got me HANDY-
-CAP amos and andy
For the freedom they just won't hand me


[Marc 7 (2X)] **Hold On**
Cause there's not a lot of time **To**
Your heart, body, soul and your mind **This**
They're so true and they been hurtin' so long **Feelin'**
Thats the reason why we named this song **Freedom**

. . .

[Chali 2na]
Never think just for
Shits and giggles
Do we spit sylable riddles
For bits and kibbles
So chics can wiggles and shake
Cause this image is fake

I'm tryin hard to relate
In a place filled with so much hate

Some brothers debate
Some love or some hate
Whatever the case
Its all about the choices you make
That's the reason your balloon'll deflate

[Chali 2na]
But to relate
We tryin' to take rap back to its primitive state, wait

[Marc 7]
No overnight success or runnin' with vets
Just pure unadulterated work progress
I'm willin' to bet the farm
You'd give your right arm
For a piece of the pie
Ask yourself, Why?

If you only knew
The trials and tribulations we been through
But if you only knew
We're real people homey, just like you
We humble, but don't mistake us for some corny ass crew
What we do, is try to give you what you ain't used to
[Marc 7]
Soul music, somethin' we can all relate to

Yo yo, I ams what I am and thats all I can be
Uh, no more no less what you're seein' is me
Akil the emcee dubbed the U-I-S-C, uh
Wise, intelligent, God did bless me

Yes we, rock up off the S-B freshly
Especially dangerous rough and deadly

The pimp positioner, tip the Richter...Scale

[Chali 2na]
Alone we sink together we sail and prevail
The rum raisin comin through guns blazin'
Some of you duns runnin' ones with none savin'
Complainin', me and my clan are unscathen
From the soul comes somethin' amazin'


[talking in background]

Yo, how many times I got to hear
Some fanatic in my ear
Tellin' me I got to keep it real
When they ain't payin' my bills
Or feedin' my kids, judgin' me on how I live
If my crib in the hood or if its up in the hills?

[Marc 7]
Have you forgetten who you are?
Oh, you think yo a star
Why you frontin'? (You ain't nothin')
You went from nothin' to somethin'
But somethin' means nothin' if ya people still wantin'

[Chali 2na]
And ya got money and givin' them nothin'

Flossin' and frontin'

Ya game of sharades
The way you behave
The image you save
Yeah brother thats one big parade
I'm sick of your ways
I'm sittin here spittin a phrase
Next time they smile and they wave
They probably be with a gaze


[Marc 7]

. . .

Yo, yo, if you had much class
And style like I had
You would be so glad
I see why you so mad
I'm born with it
Like Marvin and Lauren with it

[Chali 2na]
Yo, deform with it
The way we perform wit it
You gon' get it
Your rebuttals are long winded
The song ended
If you satisfy

[Marc 7]
It's all splendid
Yeah, like Kevin Lockerbie
Rockin' some beige Wallabees
Blinded by the mockery

Time is never stoppin' me
Drop the clue
Connected with Cut and Nu
On the...1-2


There's only one capable
Breaks the unbreakable
Melodies unmakeable patterns
Unescapeable whatever we aim at
We line 'em up
The party is weak from the same rap
Time's up
We payin' homage as well as returnin' favors
Candy for your ears hear us now
Or hear us later

[Chali 2na]
We fully capable
Make no mistake if we
BREAK a few rules
Make a few moves
And drop a few jewels
On top of your views
Unstoppable dudes
Using third optical tools
To Rakaa few crews
You gotta confuse
Use rap to sonically bruise cats
Harmonies move over
Chemically glued tracks the ripper

[Marc 7]
Formulated fax center
Orchestrated back bender
Sign, Post, Date and send ya
And take you out like placenta
When I'm in your eye end ya
Blend with the beat like shadows and black ninjas

Me the epicenter
When I'm rocking the mike
I'm from the earthquake state
Shakin' up your life no aftershock
We blow the spot from the top
We have to rock
Ain't that much time on the clock
Kick rocks
Keep it movin' now pick up the pace
We drop and hit the ground runnin'
Winnin' the race
With limited space and limited papes
At any rate we take your mind
To the realest of states

The flow gon' shine
We blow yo mind
With vocal rhyme
And music from my DJ in the back
Gon' shine
We'll blow your mind
With vocal rhyme
My DJ in the back is gonna
BREAK [scratching]

Yo, we payin' homage as well as returnin' favors
Candy for your ears hear us now...

I put the Bob in the Bob Diddy
Spit it for y'all city
Use what Allah give me
Flip it if y'all wit me
Kinda black kinda bold
Ghetto soul beautiful
Still in it for you to hold
Cover girl centerfold
My spot, hot like lava rock
I get busy from Panorama City to Lompoc
You prefer hood medic procedure
Poetical breather with fever


There's only one capable
Breaks the unbreakable
Melodies unmakeable patterns
Unescapeable whatever we aim at
We line 'em up
The party is weak from the same rap
Time's up
We payin' homage as well as returnin' favors
Candy for your ear hear us now
Or hear us later

**For those listeners who didn't feel that**
**We just had another one baby**

. . .

Here's what we do
We will set up
This is tunnel vision
From planet to planet
Solar system to solar system
From galaxy to galaxy
It's what you do first
Come in please
Come in sky watch clear
Another public service message from way out
We care about your world
Stay tuned

. . .

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

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

. . .

Yo whats up ak

Who is this

Its me zaak--ir

Hello? what? (Hello?) I can't hear (I GOT IT! HANG UP!)
Yo speak louder I can't hear

(Yo Ak) Yo It's me Zaakir!
I was sittin at the television feelin' disturbed
Hey yo, I just got the word, off Tigram and 83rd
Some cat that got clapped, (gangster rapper?)
Perhaps, But I was lookin at the face of one particular cat
Now I done seen him before, (Can you remember where at?)
Well it was either at the liquor store or laundry mat
Or at a party and shit, ?or drive through of a quickie split?
But the fellas her ran wit, they no longer ex-- (yo, dude peep this)

Yo I know dude, I been knowin him all my life
Ever since I was young I used to see him shootin' dice
On occasion i would see him once or twice
With all types, many different walks of life
He tried to keep in touch, but i knew what was up
Every time he came around and showed his face I ducked
In the mid-eighties, the nigga went crazy
He had alot of ladies selling they babies, the nigga was shady
But he had alot of friends that he would visit on the weekends
Thrill seekin, influenced by his teachings
My daddy knew him, yo, he met him at a hotel
My homeboy Johnny, kicked it with him in a jail cell
Alot of people met him with a female
Doing real well, connected with the drug sales
The rich and the poor, for better or worse
The last and the first, walked the earth, but can't avoid his turf
And it hurts my brain, he's drivin me insane
It's a shame I can't remember his name
I think 2na know dude, Soup, i aint tryin ta be dude
But my wife just cooked, im bout to grab up some food

Aiight peace, 2na said he probably runnin the streets
I'm about to give these young brothas a beep
[ring ring]

Yo! asalaam ulakum

Yo, ulakum asalaam

Heyyo, what's up on 83rd man?

Man, the fuedin is on
Hey, the reason why i called, that was the cat from my building
You seen him?

Yeah we met that brother out in Pasadena,
Remember seven, on Marengo
No my mistake, we were right between fair oaks and lake
Tryin to take us a lunch break

And cop us a sess sack!

But had to drive right past the place where they rest at

We drove in a hactchback

Corolla, these cats pack pistolas, the cadillac they drove

It was brown and black

Patrollin the hood, lookin for trouble
Saw us purchasin trees
Lurkin with speed, pulled the strap, and was hurtin to squeeze

You ?jerk? and you bleed

Threw it in reverse and we fleed

Or should we say fled?

They wanted to make us more than play dead, flashin his heat

Two cars are movin fast on the street

That's when I peeped, that dude was in his back passanger seat
(yo that shit was deep) Still I can't remember his name..

*this suckas gonna get us killed*
*now come on man I feel like cuttin loose*
*you behave yourself*

Oh man, where have I seen this brother before, man
*well it was either at the liquor store or laundry mat*
Seem like everybody I know know dude, but can't nobody remember his damn name
*I been knowin him all my life*
the same with everybody from ShawnyMac, YawYaw, my brother Mohamad
Its like you cant *cant avoid his turf*
Oh, hey, you know what, now I know who homie is man, his name is
*De-De- Death*

. . .

Check it out now...
I work the pen to make the ink transform
On any particular surface the pen lands on
Zaakir is hands-on, what's the beef?
The Cooley High cold chief high post techniques
I drape off poetic landscapes and shapes
Illustrate the paper space off the pens that paint
Then design what have a National Geographic a magic
With tailor made status and plus flavor that's automatic

We're not balling
We take it back to the days of yes y'all-in'
We holding onto what's golden
[PE Sample] *On a stage I rage and I'm rollin'*

We're not balling, or shot calling
We take it back to the days of yes y'all-in'
We holding onto what's golden
[PE Sample] *On a stage I rage and I'm rollin'*

[Marc 7even]
Melancholy mundane so I tame the hot flame
Big rings, fat chains, and y'all quest for the same
No name, use fame, strictly new to the thang
We stay true to the game and never bring it to shame
We tight like dreadlocks or red fox and ripple
We pass participles, and smash the artist in you
The saga continues, this I won't get into
'Cause there ain't enough bars to hold the drama that we been through

We still the same with a little fame
A little change in the household name but ain't too much changed
We in the game but, yo not to be vain
I refrain from salt grains to season up my name
We entertain for a mutual game from close range
Steady aim, drum at your head to hit the brain
I'm labor ready, Rhode Scholar for the dollar
Work for mines pay me by the hour


Music [a bunch of times]

[Charli 2na]
Well, it's the verbal Herman Munster
The word enhancer, sick of phony mobsters controllin' the dance floor
I been in dark places, catch you when you stark naked
Your heart races as we pump you for your chart spaces
The taut taces be bringing these hot styles through
Some of you bum a few chairs from shock value
Word power can plow through acres of cornfields
Paragraphs cut like warm steel, preform ill...


. . .

(feat. Nelly Furtado)

[Chali 2na]
Yo, this is a lesson in friendship
The depths of a kinship
What women and men begin with, and then slip
My pen drips
As I scribble my thoughts on thin strips
Of emotion
A fraction, seduction, attraction
Eruption of passion
Corrupts if a lasted friendship's involved
But love to cross the line
But that's why we built these walls

[Hook: Nelly Furtado]
We been friends for a long time, a very close friend of mine
Love you like you was mine, but respect a thin line
I love you like you was mine, think about you all the time
Very close friend of mine, but respect a thin line

Opposite's attract
When the female and male come in contact
Sticky situation in fact
Tryin not to let the feelings catch
But there's a thin line between both of y'all
So you respect that
And entertain the idea, but get brought back
To reality, and could you really live with that?
Decision, based on intuition
You love and keep your distance
Hug and kiss in friendship

[Marc 7]
An ongoing kinship, we was people to begin with
Disrespect was not intended
but your feelings sparked the sentence
Sometimes you're too intense in your quest to invent
The perfect man, please understand, my rhyme is your repent

[(Hook) - repeat 2X]

Man, too bad that we became friends first
I'm not on expert on how relationships should work
But, (echos) from the minute it as known
It changed the whole tone on how we spoke on the phone
Yo, it was cool but I felt it wasn't enough
And I was stuck when your moms would pick it up
Over you, all my buddies would swoon
But I felt we were in tune, you let me up in your room. (Damn)
But to me girl, you're still off limits
No matter all the times that I hinted. (Yo, whatchu doin after this?)
Infactuation was authentic, but yo I just pretended
So I wouldn't lose the friendship
Maybe, I should spill all my guts
Or write a letter, then tear it up
Or do a song, just to say what's up
I want ... just ... a touch

[(Hook) - repeat 2X]

[Nelly Furtado]
I can't do this anymore
See my heart just falls out when you walk in the door
Friendship turns into lust and this only tip
That I can't comprehend even if I knew it
Can't do justice to these things that I'm feeling
You got someone else, don't wanna be caught stealing
Hell if she knew she would never leave us alone
in the roo-ooo-ooom

[Chali 2na]
This was a lesson in friendship
I stress in this sentence
Should women and men be friends first?
And then slip?
My pen drips as I scribble my thoughts on thin strips
of devotion

Opposites attract
And best friends make a perfect match
If you only knew that
Once you cross, ain't no turning back
The minute you let him in it and he hit that
That's that

[Marc 7]
We was people to begin with, but you was too relentless
Jeporidizing kinship, respect is intended
Resolve is my intent
While we got it in
I'm tryin to salvage a friendship

[(Hook) - repeat 2X]

. . .

Check it out yo,
It’s clear I’m burning out the candles here
No open toed sandals here
I finesse any way I dress
Capital F-R-E-S-H so fresh

YO the mass men who suppress pain like aspirin
Jurass men are the best trained assassins
Your class pins get thrown in the trash bins
You leaches and has beens get your teeth smashed in
Hot as you’d keep a furnace
We kept it earnest
Poems puncture your epidermis
And swell up enormous
Smoother than candles or flannel pajamas
We raid the city on camels
And dismantle informers
The omen

We blowin’ never knowing where we goin’
When we flowin’ with the fresh word spoken
Your chokin cuz my mikes smoking
Hoping that you get a chance to get into the open for some fresh air
But you already there
Yo I’m in the clear
West of the hemisphere J5 musketeers
Zorro with the oral editorial
The moral of the story I’m professional

J5 mcs and its on
J5 MCs then its on

I’m never cautious on MCs that make me nauseous
I feel that it’s important
So Let’s write and go record
No need for applause
If you’re kicking the raw shit
We rotate tracks double back, just like swordfish
Word gifts is given when precision is I
Dominator, illustrator of this lyrical pie,
Why you livin’ a lie
Just unloosen your tie
So you can check the way we do this
In conclusion we’ll fly

With the view from the birds eye
With birds eye flown
I symbolize the skull and the cross bones
S to the O U P to the izzay
Sharp like the blade that stabbed the back of the OJs

Akil, Chali 2na, Marc 7, Cut Chemist, Numark, Zaakir, Jurassic 5
Schoolhouse rock the dock I’m about to block back
To the underground into the next round and to the next town

. . .

Well my name, Zaakir
I'm versatile
Plus I never eat the cow if ain't Hilal
While you rap or bit our styles in the third degree
Myself and 7even tight like cornbread Earl and me
Showcase with the voice that's Oh so fresh
And I can still serve a brotha in a minute or less
I can talk all day but I'mma save my breath
And let my nigga Marc 7even just do the rest

[Marc 7]
I'll do the rest
But I won't rest
Get fresh off of any beat you suggest
High tech with the combination we prepare
Rap concierge behind there kickin' the snare
Now check it
Marc's the word
7even marks the spot
Guaranteed to keep it hot
If you like it or not
MC's is ink blots
We verbal potshots
Takin' the top spot
We clutchin' top notch like...

And together we, will forever be
High Fidelity
Switchin' the melody
Can it be
The Casanova speech therapy
That heavily puts the flavor right where it should be
My words have been connected to the poets of old
The way I utilize the pen I turn ink to gold
Keep it overly creative
Innovator of soul
Now check the flavor from the fader
Which my DJ holds


[Both] (2X)
And together we
Will forever be
High Fidelity
Switchin' the melody
Can it be the brothers that you rarely see
That got together for the better
Whether him or me

[Marc 7]
You better remember these
Incredible MC's
Our sounds invade spread plagues just like a lepresy
Our weapons be our vocals
Guaranteed to smoke you
Better think twice about steppin'
We nice
Never focused on ice
And still comin' off tight
It's like the color of night
I mean the beat is so right
Soup and 7even
Infiltrate your heart
The beat that's compliment of DJ Nu-Mark

And it's the fifth element
Never repetitive
Highly competitive
Classy and elegant
Super intelligent we're tellin' it to ladies and gents
Never irrelevant now do I have to say it again

[Marc 7]
The fifth element
Never be hesitant
Totally accurate
Present or past tense
We immaculate in fact you get a whole crew
Backin' it
Hit 'chu with my two inch tape
And show you what workin' with

And together we
Will forever be
High Fidelity
Switchin' the melody
Can it be the way that we demonstrate
Our Wonder-Twin powers we activate

I'll tear a competitor
Pluck 'em like chicken feathers
I'm better than ever
Incredible poetical editor
Dead or be better
I bet'cha regardless the whether
Whenever with clever endeavors
When me and 7even rappin' together

[Marc 7]
Your style is post mortem
No decorum
Style pourin'
We explorin'
You ignorin'
I'm the foreman
And I'm sure when you tourin'
That you whack and you borin'

. . .

Sparkling extreme spinnage
Watching your scene plumit
If lyrics were green vomit
My vocals would clean stomachs
Addicts wean from it
Where dreams and green run it
The faces on money change like the host on Teen Sumit
I’m close to being done with this industries cream driven
supreme livin, seein more demons than Gene Simmons
And mean fibbin’ actors be adlibbin
Fakin the funk and some of us naturally had rhythm
Some of us act like they had women
Gats in the abdomen back when the fad hit them cats
they didn’t have nothing
For certain I’m sure it’s fiction but for some
The purest diction
Insures their jurisdiction
I’m kicking it up a level trying to stay in the red
Some stay in the bed zombie
Like the day of the dead
With decay in the head
Playing instead of staying ahead
Steadily portraying celebs, delaying the inevitable
When some come round
Run down when they touch ground
They clown But their structures unsound
Some of you like the way my words caress tracks
While some of these politicians secretly suppress facts

I’m saying through songs I write
My wrongs I right
If you wanna fight the power
Get the power to fight
Cuz some of us judge without knowing the man’s inner
And some of us find fault in the sin and not the sinner

Influential ideas
Push pressure on my peers
That’s why most of these brothers have short term careers
You appear to be what’s happening
One year you crackin
One hitter quitter now you missin in action
With no satisfaction from the streets
I only hear foolishness when you speak
I repeat my predecessor’s indeavor with pleasure
Lock and load, explode and come better
Hopin that generation X
Be more wicked with the flex
And not so quick to cash a check
And disrespect, chasing drugs and sex
Guns and death, but end up getting layed to rest
At your request
You’re at the end of your line
Out of your mind
Idle women, weed and wine
And shells for your nine
The blind lead the blind
Time after time
When you rhyme for the shine


Yo, I’m telling you to rebel
But dude, if you stale
The 2na can tell
Either you’re coming to the party or you’re truant as hell
Politicians ain’t got no problem puttin you in the cell
It’s like he rolled up a snowball and threw it in hell
See some of us are looted with mail and suited to swell
But still blind like they’re fluent in Braille

Yo, I never can tell uh, why some make it or fail
Speak it and spell overcome and still prevail

We ripple the water frequently
Blink if we show delinquency, please
Human frequencies
Have been diseased, A breeze ain’t what I’m feelin
Healing is essential
Mental aggrivation shows you what we’ve been through

Yo, sign of the times influence the ways I rhyme man
Pick up yo nine and put down your picket sign, man
Your life is worth way more than just some diamonds
Without bling I still gleam
Glisten and shine, man

. . .


[Kool Keith]
I look at rappers with maximun equation
X-ray vison invasion
Rhyme connects perfects insects
That crawl and try to bite my rhymes
Pesticides I'm the double D combine the T
Thats DDT
A chemical more to better to burn
Roaches, germs, mouse, lice, termites and percunious bugs
Or try thugs who perpotrate
Nothing within contaminate
Got my gloves on
So bring turtle doves on
Watch me pluck em and pick em
Stick em kick em and vic em
I see you're featherless
You got the birdy disease
Bite any rhymes that I have for ya
The poison is bad for ya stupid
You're equal measure to dirt dust grime and puss
You're just a rappin infection
Dirtlizin my section like a six-legga
Ya betta step off and walk ya pure roach

. . .

Yo, Your image deceives what your people perceive
Some people believe what the media feeds
That try to bark hollow
Pretend to be harsh fellows
But be yellow and softer than marshmallows

“Homo I’m gonna hurt ya feelings
Name brand talker pretty ass earrings
Where’r all your women I ain’t seen you with one
The only bitch that ever loved you gotta call you her son”
Yea you that nigger
Choch ass nigger
No heart
Won’t even approach us nigger
So you be humble man,
Stay in your place
We’re the niggers that rumble and get in your face

O you one of them niggers

Concerned with lookin’ cute
Nails done, eyes plucked
Homey, what the fuck?
I mean really whassup
Help a brother understand
How self-admiration takes the soul of a man
Damn, vain ass, plain ass, nothing ass niggers
Get your punk ass out the goddamn mirror

O you one of them niggers

Uh Mr. Know-It-All,
Flossie floss,
All talk
Head Mr. A&R
We ain’t hard, who the fuck said we was?
You never heard us holler “Cripp or Blood or I’m a thug”

You wanna rhyme like that?
You won’t get signed like that
Ya’ll need the R&B track
Or call some sister “sluts”
Tell them “Back that thang up”
Cuz only real niggers spit game that much

Right up the back
What you speak is contrived
Its like you’re cloaked in a Pinocchio vibe
And when you lie
You play with the dream
You make it decay at the seams
You can fix it
If you say what you mean

Pick and choose who you beef with
Leap froggy, Show me how real you keep it
And know that you pussy all underneath it
Now it’s time for the 5 to expose your secret

No time for idle chattin’
Folks say what’s happening
‘Til we go platinum
House in the Hamptons
Bank account large
Give shatan my cold regards
There’s a killer at large
And he murders his team ?
Cuz he strips black teens of ALL their dreams

Yea what you trying to prove
Keep your gangster where I’m from
Means the G’s move
Now everybody wanna pop that shit
Walk like a Crip
What part of the game is this?
Don’t be caught up the twist of some Gang bang shit
But then you probably would
Fascinated with the hood

Man enough is enough
I know that you’re ghetto
But love you tough?
Your possie is deep
And when you speak it’s fuck the police
Am I to believe is that the way you really would be
If only we see what there is no cameras allowed
And your bodyguard didn’t have to hold your hand through the crowd

. . .

If there’s a party that’s about to be
Let me start moving up the frequency
Six members fresh bittas
We make the fly ladies say
Hey, hey

The shock
2na shot a rhyme right through you
Now you the most static with my crew now do ya
See aid all day to make the party people say
Hey, hey
Check it
Regardless what you’ve heard this year
The party happens here cause on this record right here
But ah, we given you the beat that you want
Come clean if you want
But I mean if you don’t, because,
We just want to get you out
To the party everybody’s talking ‘bout
And you don’t have to worry ‘bout a fee
You see it’s all free
Because you’re rolling with me
And ah, we just want to get you out
To the party everybody’s talking ‘bout

MARC 7even
We thought we’d come a little bit
Something unscripted
Push up our percentage
Grip it like we meant it
Vintage verses
Sentence first
Pulling no delay
Relax and don’t decay
Turn to the DJ
He can make the people say
Hey, hey

Yeah, party people let the place to be
It’s all loud cuz the party is packed
No straps, just rap
Sweat dripping ain’t no body said tripping
All the ladies testifying at that
And yo I’m feeling the vibe
Take you on a natural high
Boogie Wonderland
Cause we gonna party tonight
Yo, cuz we just wanna party with you
Open up your mind and let the vibes flow through
Cause you don’t have to worry ‘bout a thing
Let the rhythm fill your brain while the party people sing

Where you at with displaying your inner vision
Oral officers will be bringing your inhibition
So skip the intermission
Cause movers are hot bumping
And butter from Parkay
Yo wondering what the prehistoric force is
You scream like a heard of hungry horses
Yes the music that was brought was inappropriate
Cause me and my associates of closely knit shit
The main course on the menu for today say
Hey, hey
Hey, hey

If there’s a party for the gangsters here
The DJ’s spinning records you don’t wanna hear
So have it your way, participate and make it play
Hey, hey
I represent and get with it for the hood
The lights are turned on and the mood is all good
Whether you parlay, on the dance floor say
Hey, hey
Regardless what you’ve heard this year
The party atmosphere is only crackin right here
But ah, we given you the theme that you want
Come clean if you want
But I mean if you don’t because,
We just want to get you out
To the party everybody’s talking ‘bout
And you don’t have to worry, its enough no guest list and stuff
Because you’re rolling with us now
If there’s a party there’s about to be
Let me start EQing up the frequency
Six members fresh bittas
We make the fly ladies say
Hey, hey
The shock 2na shot a rhyme right through you
Now you the most static with my crew now do ya
See aid all day to make the party people say
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Hey, hey

. . .

Yo, raise the level, bass bottom to treble
Forever keep it ghetto
Funk and heavy metal
F*ck the devil
Unify the rebel
Whistle like a kettle
With a fly acapello
Smooth and mellow
Locked load and settle
Shine through times with rhymes bright like yellow
Taste and swallow, lead and never follow
Break it like a bottle
Inspire like a role model

Say, "I am" (I am) "Somebody" (Somebody)

Yo, my soul, bounce rock and roll
Tumble with the rhythm
Heat the mic when it's cold
I was told "Be Bold"
Whether platinum or gold
Keep it solid
Do the knowledge
Til' I reach my goal
My hunger-pain thunder
Lumberjack the fifth wonder
I never slumber cuz I keep it on the under
My post beat for people in the street
Ghetto M-U-S-I-C (We bring the heat)
That African soul
Clap black power impact
Who said ghetto rap was all about a dope sack?
A pimp slap or a big black gatt
Fuck around and get jacked
For your rhymes where I live at
Uh, I'm not a gangsta but I boogie wit beats
No gang affiliation in my lyrics or speech
But still I keep it straight hood-hop techniques
South Central Fundamentals J5 emcees
And it's on!


[Chali 2na]
Who's to say if I choose to make moves today
Whether I win or lose or I end up on the news today
Amuse but never confuse
Still got dues to pay
You abuse elegant rules when you use clichés

[Marc 7]
They got you sittin' on the edge of your seat

[Chali 2na]
Creatin' beef

[Marc 7]
Mark of the beast
Code on the street
Cease and decease

[Chali 2na]
Never the least

[Marc 7]
Let me repeat
The situation gets sticky like the badge on police

[Chali 2na]
We individually driven in the beginnin'
We winnin'
Six men and a venomous independent decision and clear vision
Pretendin' was never a possibility
I got to kill it
Because I want to be it
The poet to win a Pulitzer Prize
Who wouldn’t survive?

[Marc 7]
The fullest of vibes

[Chali 2na]
Deliberate surprise

[Marc 7]
When bullets the size

[Chali 2na]
Of quarters arrive

[Marc 7]
And slaughter your lives

We trying to counteract that

[Chali 2na]
Unifying these ballers and backpacks
With Knowledge-&-Fact-Tracks


Yo, my soul, infiltrate birth control
And control guns Huey P used to hold
I breathe life and through the 60's
Voted most likely to get busy
Inner city flash jiggy burn
Phillies and things
And we boogie to the bang
Sunshine and rain
Why you cats be talkin' that pimp crap in jail
I corresponded with a nigga who can barely spell
I know the situation oh so well (so well)
I done seen it in 3D
It ain't hard to tell
Why you bang for your turf chain girl or your man
I be banging for Islam in a spot in Sudan
Cuz I can't solve or stop or put foot to this
The hottest brother on the block couldn't cook to this
J5 drop the verse beat hook to this
And if you want a fly jam you should look to this

Raise the level, bass bottom to treble
Forever keep it ghetto
Funk and heavy metal
Fuck the devil
Unify the rebel
Whistle like a kettle
With a fly acapello
Smooth and mellow
Locked load and settle
Shine through times with rhymes bright like yellow
Taste and swallow, lead and never follow
Break it like a bottle
Inspire like a role model


. . .

Acetate Prophets

[No lyrics]

. . .

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