Twelve

Lyrics

[Intro: sample] "1 for the treble, 2 for the uhn!" "Rock, rock, rock, rock on! To the ––check it out!" "Rock on! To the break of dawn! To the break of dawn!" "To the––" "Ya don't stop" "Check it out!" [Hook: Jurassic 5] 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 [Verse 2: Akil, (Chali 2na)] Yo, my pleasure principle from the streets of South Central Ghetto hip-hop, non-stop from the mentals Urban curb servin', vocabulary surging Rebel with the turban and the street corner sermon I keep it working for certain, close curtains Renegade, ridin' for truth when I'm dispersing That body rock moving, ghetto baby music We heat together with the inner city coolness (Yo) Who's this? [Verse 2: Chali 2na] Slicing a rhyme to square bits Burning through open skin like newly prepared grits It's 2na Fish, I'm bringing the bad news And changing your values if ya 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 up on dem bumbaclot specials [Verse 3: Zaakir] Yeah, I got my mind on my money for those that comprehend And my money on whatever I think I look fresh in Question – is he stepping authentic? Controller of the panic, frankin-scented lieutenant Spit it! Yo, despite your critic comments Knowing it ain't a hotter verse than Zaakir Mohammad Whether last or first, or bottom or top Now is it "Stop hip-hop" or "Hip-hop don't stop?" [Verse 4: Marc 7even] You need to protect your neck You the kind of brother that be chasing checks Me and my crew crash through and get nuff respect Basic bet takers, I'm beyond your average thinker Break a MC down, like my name was Dr. Shrinker Passion pink 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 [Hook: Jurassic 5] 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 [Verse 5:Zaakir] I'm razor sharp with mine, 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 connection with the word is superb Primo, my AC, 3-1-0 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'ma diss any nigga that sounds like me [Verse 6: Akil] Yo yo, breeze through the trees, feel the flavor at ease Degrees of melodies, typewriter MC's Stay on their Q's and P's withing my vicinity Department of Correctional Rhyme Ability Keep the biters on lock, rock No Silkk but still shock, rhyme around the clock [Verse 7] [Marc 7even] From dawn to dusk, my raps is Mack Truck You schmucks is out of luck, I'm ready to run amuck [Akil] 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 tantrums Handsome never, not even as a kid The girls used to say "Yo, his nose is too big!" [Chali 2na] Yo – yo, you'll get bruised, kid Ghetto blues, you'll never refuse shit Show's good, lynching MC's like Rosewood I'm shrinking you rap characters into die-cast miniatures I'll blast ten of youse 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 calm glad from burning this bomb bag [Hook: Jurassic 5] 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