Jurassic 5 - Concrete Schoolyard lyrics

We were sitting out on a step, you know

Now I'm a say this one time
Boy and that's my word
We rockin' shots and not
Fire through the Hindenburg
The contribution is clear
You add water to bone
And get the Jurassic 5 on the microphone
Now if you like the tone
And how the harmony's done
And the sucka MC's die before they've begun
Well I'd like to know if
You've got the notion
'Cause we're number one
I'm not trying to say my
Style is better than yours
I'm just on some other shit
I'm all about the beats and the lyrics
So when you hear it you can feel it
The vibe is energized by the


Presence of my spirit
No interference we persevere
The purpose is clear
We're here to leave your ear hurtin' severe
You're lurking in fear
'Cause we take it back like Robin Loxley
Rockin' from country sides to spots
Where hard rocks be
I often wonder if these MC's
Even know how it feels
To dedicate they whole life to
This mic of steel it's not about the bills
That's not keeping it real
A lot of tight rappers out
Here ain't got no deals
We appeal to the brothers with flow finesse
'Cause it's the 100 watt
Bloodshot Game of Death
'Cause we're protected by the covenant
Of words and beats rewind and feel the heat
Recline and take a seat so ah

Let's take it back to the concrete streets
Original beats from real live mc's
Playground tactics no rabbit in a hat tricks
Just that classic rap shit from Jurassic
Let's take it back to the concrete streets
Original beats from real live mc's
Playground tactics no rabbit in a hat tricks
Just that classic rap shit from Jurassic

Now I walk from Tanzania
Earthquake Transylvania
And on my way I kicked a
Hole through the wall of China
Just to get the right blend
'Cause it's schizophrenic of the
Pathway to livin' i fell into the deep end
You shouldn't have told me
The pyramids can hold me
So now a contest is what you owe me
Pull out your beats pull out your cuts
Give us a mic, whattup
And we gon' tear shit up
I'm on some old and forgotten
Sun up to sun down like picking cotton
The nutty professor science droppin'
Rockin' Robin's hood
From New York to Compton
Me and my three sons
Jabari, Shakir, and Kahsum

Let's take it back to the concrete streets
Original beats from real live mc's
Playground tactics no rabbit in a hat tricks
Just that classic rap shit from Jurassic
Let's take it back to the concrete streets
Original beats from real live MC's
Playground tactics no rabbit in a hat tricks
Just that classic rap shit from Jurassic

Hey, I'm 2na-Fish from U-N-I T-Y do or die
Anti-illuminati, why
Do the liquid from my vocals
Make the ghetto start swimming
Forever winning I'm in it
Like Meadowlark Lemon i get goosebumps
When the bassline thumps
A sucka MC freestyle he had mine for lunch
Marc 7even get you open like an attache
Briefcase in this case the victor is no way
Ah, ah the tool spinners
Cooking the full dinner
Killing the firstborn of lyrical Yul Brynners
When is it the academy rattling your anatomy
That'll be J5 so kill all
Of your fake flattery that'll be the day
When labels pay our way 2na what you say
When MC's come to play man fi dead
'Cause we take it back like Spinal Tap
Preparing your intellect before
Your final nap so ah

Let's take it back to the concrete streets
Original beats from real live MC's
Playground tactics no rabbit in a hat tricks
Just that classic rap shit from Jurassic
Let's take it back to the concrete streets
Original beats from real live MC's
Playground tactics no rabbit in a hat tricks
Just that classic rap shit from Jurassic

You got beef now watch how I settle it
I'll fuck around and arrest
Your whole development i'm eloquent
When it comes to digital display
I'm ready for the world while
You earl off the Tanqueray
Tactics, my shit's Jurassic 5
Fingers of death while you exhale and inhale
With a deep breath with my Chop-Sui style
'Cause, I'm a lyrical chef
I gets mines to the death
'Cause, I be cookin' from here to Brooklyn
Your shit's annoying like fat-ass Bookman
On Good Times when I rhyme
I hit the designated area
I hope you got your shots
'cause this is lyrical malaria
Spreading, beheading fools with
The punishment
I live in America but fuck this government
A hundred and fifty times over silk with lead
While y'all drink the Similac
My rhymes are breast-fed
No artificial nipples i flip the real skills
I thought I told you once
I kick the lyrical windmills
And backspin Benedict
Strictly for my benefit
I step on toes when I flow don't get offended
Come and get with it
Comprehended when I kick it
I represent the real
From the beginning to the end of it