Jurassic 5, Percee P, Big Daddy Kane - A Day at the Races lyrics

[Jurassic 5, Percee P, Big Daddy Kane - A Day at the Races lyrics]

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Yo, my method for my musical madness
Move and motivate those with musical talents
Uh 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
Super syllable, 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'alls
My speech is like holding two Glocks apiece
The outreach that rock police
The super adventure men pretend 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'm hot 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 get over
The fly Cassanova with the frankincense odor

Bear witness to where riches'll make career
Bitches share pictures
When the ears get this
Ya brains's software glitches
Splatter your brains
Leave scattered remains of matter and stains
That'll explain how you was
Battered and slain i get rude and go
To your show and use your own
Fans to BOO and throw you off
'til you lose your flow
A pro, mean like Joe Greene when I blow steam
Put your whole team on pause like cold cream
They show laughter when I flow faster
Your ho have to
Go after her weave from the breeze
When I blow past ya
I'm dapper plus ghetto and just pedal
When the dust settle we left in
The rubble to crush metal
Nurses with hearses sealin' conversed
With lit purses
Spit fire, make you first to bit, try me
Like Osama, or Dahmer, I'mma cause trauma
And homicides when I collide I get kamikaze

Kane baby, walk hard, the p-jects
On streets of Brooklyn I'm a crew of D-cepts
On streets of LA 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 niggas
All recruitin' a slimmy
All I want is my liver all polluted with Remy
Duel with any, bring it, I face-off
Son you out your league like
Jordan was with baseball

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
Revoke the right to reverse to seek mercy
With the King Asiatic and Percee P
Ain't heard the worst of me
Until your chest 3-D
Spit venom and burn your body like a STD

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 Molotovs
It's time to floss
My verbal affirmation is to always go off
When syllables slide you'll be
Enjoyin' the vibe
One consider it pride, it's J5
When another deadly medley, camera
Action yo we heavy aim steady slash machette
Maserati engine ready
Good and plenty don't be petty count
The fetti and we jetti
Off to another city where
We do our nitty-gritty
We wild like Serengeti
Tear it down let's seek and set it
Get ready, for the ride, verbally hang-glide
Write and stay tight, mission's in sight
Murderer worldwide, the stage is yo' knife

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