Concrete Schoolyard

Lyrics

[Intro] (We were sitting out on the step, you know) [Verse 1] Now I'ma 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 emcees 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 countryside to spots where hard rocks be I often wonder if these emcees 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 hundred-watt bloodshot Game of Death 'Cause we're protected by the covenants of words and beats Rewind and feel the heat, recline and take a seat [Chorus] So, uh, let's take it back to the concrete streets Original beats from real live emcees 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 emcees Playground tactics, no rabbit in a hat tricks Just that classic rap shit from Jurassic [Verse 2] Now I walk from Tranzania, earthquake Transylvania And on the way, I kicked a hole through the Wall of China Just to get the right blend 'Cause I'm schizophrenic of the pen Wait a minute, 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 (What up?), and we gon' tear shit up I'm on some old and forgotten Sun up to sundown 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 [Chorus] So, uh, let's take it back to the concrete streets Original beats from real live emcees 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 emcees Playground tactics, no rabbit in a hat tricks Just that classic rap shit from Jurassic [Verse 3] 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 swimmin'? Forever winning, I'm in it like Meadowlark Lemon I get goosebumps when the bassline thumps A sucka emcee freestyle, he had mine for lunch Marc 7even get you open like an attaché Briefcase, in this case, the victor is no way Ah, ah, the tool spinners, cookin' a full dinner Killin' the firstborn of lyrical Yul Brynners When is it the academy rattling your anatomy? Gotta be J5 so kill all of your fake flattery That'll be the day when labels pay our way 2na, what you say when emcees come to play? Man fi dead, 'cause we take it back like Spinal Tap Preparing your intellect before your final nap [Chorus] So, uh, let's take it back to the concrete streets Original beats from real live emcees 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 emcees Playground tactics, no rabbit in a hat tricks [Verse 4] Just got beef, huh, 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 'url off the Tanqueray Tactics, my shit's Jurassic 5 Fingers of death while you exhale and inhale With a deep breath with my chop suey 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 Spreadin', beheadin' 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