Jurassic 5 - Quality Control lyrics

Ayo my quality control
Captivates your party patrol
Your mind, body, and soul
For whom the bell tolls
Let the rhythm explode
Big, bad, and bold b-boys of old
Many styles we hold, let the story be told
Whether platinum or gold
We use breath control
So let the beat unfold, intro on drum roll
We be the Lik like E, Tash, and J-Ro
We harass niggas like we was the po-po
We can rule the world without
Kurtis and still Blow
Finesse, from SP to Casio
Your jams ain't def, you ain't fresh
You're so-so
If you don't know us by now you'll never know
You set that mood when we
Groove and prove a show
The name of the game is
Survive and prove your flow
You can't out take Jurassic syllable
Cause it's survival of professional radio
Stop and comprehend and heed the
Words of my pen
Survival of professional poetical Highlanders

(Soup, you plan on rocking
Something fierce?) Oh, am I
Zaakir's the name, the AKA super
The verbal acupunture from the
Dope old schooler
I used to be the brother for
Others that used to dumb on
Now they be the lovers of
Brothers that can't front on
Put me in the mix, LP 12-inch
SP, the elegant, poetic pestulence
I'm carbonated, the Fanti-confederated
Highly commemorated, and the most celebrated
For connecting it
(Word) Like verb subject to the predicate
Plus I got the etiquette to keep it moving
And showing cats how it's done
Cause it's the verbal combat
Position number one

We keep it beaming like a beacon
If it's lyrics that you're seeking
Whether black or Puerto Rican
People back us when we're speaking
We got the kind of rhymes that
Get you ready for the weekend
(To the mass amount of legions
That came for party pleasing)
Our temperature is freezing all
Kind of different regions
The rhythm is the reason you're
Checking for what we've done
Please son, our thesis
Will rip your crew in pieces
Your rhymes ain't ripe, homeboy
You ain't in season

Ayo my quality control
Captivates your party patrol
Your mind, body, and soul
For whom the bell tolls
Let the rhythm explode
Big, bad, and bold b-boys of old

Yo, yo, well it's the angelic
Man-relic clan repellent
My plan parent manuscripts withstand bullets
Flashing like a Japan tourist
We command pure hit's
While you cramming to understand
These contraband lyrics
My fam submit's to pray, 5 times a day
Climbing into your mind with
Live rhyme display
J5 finds a way to remain supreme
Coming verbally Hardison as if
My name was Kadeem

Ayo my team Dreamworks without
Spielberg or spill words
Communicate from the Earth
Throughout the universe
I transmit, transcipts
Transcontinental lyrics
Deeply rooted in your spirit
Up, I love the power of words
Nouns and verbs
The pen and the sword, linguistic Art of War
No folklore or myths in my penmanship
The path of Scholar Warriors
Is what I present, uh
Verbally decapitating those against a
Jihad fi sabilillah, my words make sense
She gots to get up on your vocab
You gots to have vocab letters makes words
And sentences makes paragraphs

Yo, I make the pen capsize
The verbal with the planted eyes
Planning knives ever pair that I utilize
Spit juice, crack blood from your tooth
Inflict truths, speak Allah's 99 attributes

You baby MC's drink Pedialyte
While underground doesn't like you
The media might
But we the defeat will change that
As we bridge gaps in
This lyrical grudge match
Brothers we slug back

Yeah, we bless tracks with the
Help of a raw rap
Inprinted like poor tracks all
Over your brain rack
My mental maneuver will clear and
Steer right through ya we Grand like Puba
Understand that we move ya

Ayo, my rhythm reveal rollercoaster real deal
Revolutionize with active build
I plant my dreams in the field
And wait to harvest my skills
For the starving MC
Hungry trying to get a meal

Ayo my quality control
Captivates your party patrol
Your mind, body, and soul
For whom the bell tolls
Let the rhythm explode
Big, bad, and bold b-boys of old
We're going to take a trip back in time
Are you ready to get into your time machine
Ok, fasten you sealt belts are you ready?
Let's go