Long Road to Glory

Lyrics

[Intro: Chali 2na & All] Yeah, yeah J-U-R-A-S-S-I-C-F-I-V-E Yeah, yeah [Verse 1 Chali 2na] He who is without sin cast the first stone Blast the verse, no matter the class or birth stone Kickin' it for you hypocritic berserk clones I'm hopin' that words spoken the words that touch home And clutch domes, you think Electrical sockets and wet feet How you infinitely get sleep The minute we get deep Ladies and gents peep One hundred percent heat Up undersea mistreats No wonder you mince meat Yes, I'm from UNITY My last name sits in the middle of opportunity (Huh) With two-laid plans and new-made fans My crew raid lands and punch like the Kool-Aid Man [Chorus: All] It was a long road to glory Battle for territory Just to be called the masters of the ceremony Marathon, decathlon Wordplay mega-bomb Metabolism with the rhythm, keep it goin' on Battle for territory Just to be called the masters of the ceremony Marathon, decathlon Wordplay mega-bomb Metabolism with the rhythm, keep it goin' on [Verse 2: Soup] The epitome, five-hundred thousand so convincingly Street ministry, J5th the tune infantry Finna be, about to be the best kept commodity Twelve incher LP, we're representin' properly Now possibly the knock could be that old school philosophy That if it doesn't rock for me, it's not considered property Remember me, remember us Ice cold, Cold Crush 1920 gold rush Rollin' up, hold up Now, ain't no need for you to be surprised When we implement and improvise With each and every verse that I Get busy with, lacing it with murder talk Turn a 'sault, tomahawk Razor sharp jabberwock [Bridge: All] 'Cause I'm a fresh kid We're makin' our bid And we're doin' lots of things that we never did We went to Paris in the springtime, Bahamas in the fall We thank Allah, we doin' it all [Chorus: All] It was a long road to glory Battle for territory Just to be called the masters of the ceremony Marathon, decathlon Wordplay mega-bomb Metabolism with the rhythm, keep it goin' on Battle for territory Just to be called the masters of the ceremony Marathon, decathlon Wordplay mega-bomb Metabolism with the rhythm, keep it goin' on [Verse 3: Marc 7] Pick a paragraph and phrase it Mentally, you save it Kick it to the world and suddenly they crave it That's the way it is in this verbal warfare Workin' hard for the love, but there ain't no whores here Years been puttin' Wanna play, put your foot in 'Cause you'll be comin' back like the brother Dwight Gooden Seven's back again, slappin' men and askin' them If they really wanna fuck with the style, we tappin' in [Verse 4: Akil] Ayo, I just couldn't wait to grab a piece of my own cake So I can elevate and hold my own weight My mind state be the ghetto Street corner heavy metal Black like the pot and tea kettle My street credibility Minus negativity Multiplied energy With a touch of humility, soliloquy Of a real MC Tastin' the grammar J5 slamma jamma [Chorus: All] It was a long road to glory Battle for territory Just to be called the masters of the ceremony Marathon, decathlon Wordplay mega-bomb Metabolism with the rhythm, keep it goin' on Battle for territory Just to be called the masters of the ceremony Marathon, decathlon Wordplay mega-bomb Metabolism with the rhythm, keep it goin' on Oh, here we go Metabolism with the rhythm, kep it goin' on Marathon, decathlon Wordplay mega-bomb Oh, here we go Metabolism with the rhythm, kep it goin' on Marathon, decathlon Wordplay mega-bomb