Jurassic 5 - Twelve lyrics
[Jurassic 5 - Twelve lyrics]
One, two, Jurassic Crew
What we bout to do, brothers have no clue
Three, four, tear down the door
And give the party people what
They came here for, ahh
One, two, Jurassic Crew
What we bout to do, brothers have no clue
Three, four, tear down the door
And give the party people what
They came here for
Yo, my pleasure principle from the
Streets of South Central
Ghetto Hip-Hop, nonstop fundamental
Urban curb servin', vocabulary surging
Rebel with the turban and
The street corner sermon
I keep it working for certain, close curtains
Renegade bought up a troop
When I'm dispursing
That body rock moving, ghetto baby music
We eat together with the inner city coolness
Yo (Who's this?) Slicing a rhyme in square bit's
Burning through open skin like
Newly prepared grit's
It's 2na Fish, I'm bringing the bad news
And changing your bathroom if you
Thinking that cash rules
Oooh, pumpernickle blow words
Like snot speckles when shots echo
Some duck and hide like Doc Jeckyl
Like Don Rickles
I'm kicking rhymes that stop heckles
Correcting all them bumbaclot specials
Yeah, I got my mind on my
Money for those that comprehend
And my money on whatever I
Think I look fresh in
Questions, is he stepping authentic?
Controller of the panic
Break a senate lieutenant
Spit it, yo, despite your critic comments
Knowing it ain't a hotter
Verse than Zaakir Mohammed
Whether last or first, or bottom or top
Now is it "Stop Hip-Hop"
Or "Hip-hop don't stop?"
You need to protect your neck
You the kind of brother who be chasing checks
Me and my crew crash through
And get nuff respect
Basic bet takers I'm beyond
Your average thinker break and MC down
Like my name was Dr shrinker
Passion fake MC's, wearing mink MC's
On-the-brink MC's, you need to think MC's
Bout to sink MC's, don't even speak MC's
Cause half the shit you
Kicking sounding weak MC's
Yo, it goes one, two, Jurassic Crew
What we bout to do, brothers have no clue
Three, four, tear down the door
And give the party people what
They came here for, ahh
One, two, Jurassic Crew
What we bout to do, brothers have no clue
Three, four, tear down the door
And give the party people what
They came here for
I razor sharp with mindset, sunset til sun
And I admit
I used to bite people's shit when I was young
Back in 83rd, before my style was preferred
Now my connectionw with the word is preferred
Primo, my AC, 310
The first confidential, inscribed my initial
The Z double A K-I and R
Submerge in submarine words near and far
Cause, I'm too hot to handle
Too cold to freeze
And I'm a diss any nigga that sounds like me
Yo yo, breeze through the trees
Feel the flavor at ease
Degrees of melodies, typewriter MC's
They on their Q's and P's withing my vicinity
Department of Correctional Rhyme Ability
Keep the biters on lock, rock no silk
Still shock, rhyme around the clock
From dawn to dusk, my raps is Mack Truck
You schmucks is out of luck
I'm ready to run amuck
Ayo I'm lampin, I'm lampin
I'm cold stone lampin high pitch
Beat drumsticks like Lionel Hampton
The champion, fly shit, the anthem
5'11" with dark skin and tantrum
Handsome never, not even as a kid
The girls used to say "Oh
His nose is too big"
Yo, you'll get bruised, kid, ghetto blues
You'll never refuse shit
The show's good, pinching MC's like rosewood
I'm shrinking you rap characters
Into die-cast minitures
I'll blast ten of you while my
Rhymes while my rhymes harass senators
Through TV monitors
Brains and glass dinner jaws
Verbal vinegar for you biters down
At the salad bar
The combat that's making your mom mad
I'm feeling the Khan wrath for
Burning his mom bad
One, two, Jurassic Crew
What we bout to do, brothers have no clue
Three, four, tear down the door
And give the party people what
They came here for, ahhh
One, two, Jurassic Crew
What we bout to do, brothers have no clue
Three, four, tear down the door
And give the party people what
They came here for
What we bout to do, brothers have no clue
Three, four, tear down the door
And give the party people what
They came here for, ahh
One, two, Jurassic Crew
What we bout to do, brothers have no clue
Three, four, tear down the door
And give the party people what
They came here for
Yo, my pleasure principle from the
Streets of South Central
Ghetto Hip-Hop, nonstop fundamental
Urban curb servin', vocabulary surging
Rebel with the turban and
The street corner sermon
I keep it working for certain, close curtains
Renegade bought up a troop
When I'm dispursing
That body rock moving, ghetto baby music
We eat together with the inner city coolness
Yo (Who's this?) Slicing a rhyme in square bit's
Burning through open skin like
Newly prepared grit's
It's 2na Fish, I'm bringing the bad news
And changing your bathroom if you
Thinking that cash rules
Oooh, pumpernickle blow words
Like snot speckles when shots echo
Some duck and hide like Doc Jeckyl
Like Don Rickles
I'm kicking rhymes that stop heckles
Correcting all them bumbaclot specials
Yeah, I got my mind on my
Money for those that comprehend
And my money on whatever I
Think I look fresh in
Questions, is he stepping authentic?
Controller of the panic
Break a senate lieutenant
Spit it, yo, despite your critic comments
Knowing it ain't a hotter
Verse than Zaakir Mohammed
Whether last or first, or bottom or top
Now is it "Stop Hip-Hop"
Or "Hip-hop don't stop?"
You need to protect your neck
You the kind of brother who be chasing checks
Me and my crew crash through
And get nuff respect
Basic bet takers I'm beyond
Your average thinker break and MC down
Like my name was Dr shrinker
Passion fake MC's, wearing mink MC's
On-the-brink MC's, you need to think MC's
Bout to sink MC's, don't even speak MC's
Cause half the shit you
Kicking sounding weak MC's
Yo, it goes one, two, Jurassic Crew
What we bout to do, brothers have no clue
Three, four, tear down the door
And give the party people what
They came here for, ahh
One, two, Jurassic Crew
What we bout to do, brothers have no clue
Three, four, tear down the door
And give the party people what
They came here for
I razor sharp with mindset, sunset til sun
And I admit
I used to bite people's shit when I was young
Back in 83rd, before my style was preferred
Now my connectionw with the word is preferred
Primo, my AC, 310
The first confidential, inscribed my initial
The Z double A K-I and R
Submerge in submarine words near and far
Cause, I'm too hot to handle
Too cold to freeze
And I'm a diss any nigga that sounds like me
Yo yo, breeze through the trees
Feel the flavor at ease
Degrees of melodies, typewriter MC's
They on their Q's and P's withing my vicinity
Department of Correctional Rhyme Ability
Keep the biters on lock, rock no silk
Still shock, rhyme around the clock
From dawn to dusk, my raps is Mack Truck
You schmucks is out of luck
I'm ready to run amuck
Ayo I'm lampin, I'm lampin
I'm cold stone lampin high pitch
Beat drumsticks like Lionel Hampton
The champion, fly shit, the anthem
5'11" with dark skin and tantrum
Handsome never, not even as a kid
The girls used to say "Oh
His nose is too big"
Yo, you'll get bruised, kid, ghetto blues
You'll never refuse shit
The show's good, pinching MC's like rosewood
I'm shrinking you rap characters
Into die-cast minitures
I'll blast ten of you while my
Rhymes while my rhymes harass senators
Through TV monitors
Brains and glass dinner jaws
Verbal vinegar for you biters down
At the salad bar
The combat that's making your mom mad
I'm feeling the Khan wrath for
Burning his mom bad
One, two, Jurassic Crew
What we bout to do, brothers have no clue
Three, four, tear down the door
And give the party people what
They came here for, ahhh
One, two, Jurassic Crew
What we bout to do, brothers have no clue
Three, four, tear down the door
And give the party people what
They came here for
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