Jurassic 5 - Concrete & Clay Lyrics
Now ima say this once again open up your mindShot heard around the world came from our fresh rhymesThe contribution to showbiz, mixed with entertainmentResurrected rhymes, not the same old sameNow if you like what we came withAnd you feel you can sang wit itPeep the verbal language and the way we arranged itNow entertainment to make the people applaudIm not trying to say my style is better than yoursIm from the graduating class from one-nine-eight-eightL.a. unified school m a hA gangbanger from the streets taught me how to breakIn south central l.a., ay yo, can you relate?Im charli 2naThe one who ? ? ? ? to keep the snapple in the coolerUsed to go to junior high with son doolaOld skoolaA permanent, element, in ya tournamentTellin it prevalent never delicate when we burnin itNow from l.a. to the u.k. we attempt to rock a partyThe rhyme and the music you dont hear that no more hardlyI can say its partly, all our faults smartyJ5ll bring you more than the shakin of a bodyAy yo a child is born but no state of mindBut when I first heard it, put words to rhymesI went from hypercars, to powder blue all-starsTo hangin on monkey bars catchin spiders and ? ? ? ?[chorus x2]So uh, take it back to the concrete streetsOriginal beats from real live mcsPlayground tacticsNo rabbit-in-a-hat tricksJust act classic, rappin from jurassicI bring the noise plus the funk, entertainin like a dunk>from a snotty-nosed prima donna millionaire punkBut uh, I heard a hunch, that somebody might runch(? )Cuz j5 go together like parties and spiked punchYour crews captain crunch, and Im the seven seasBombin on mcs, crushin crews with easeBrother please you know my steez is 100 degreesWith no era bring it live like the trio of terrorTrio of terror no mascara,At last your brass surpass pleasureWe the last treasure set to entice the cash bearerMash wearers(? ) who bite my reflection like glass mirrorsBe trash pickers who need to consider the past clearerNow what you thought was old and out of dateWe brought it back alive and changed the shapeWe put it on wax for those who think thatThe 5 we energize has been extinct[chorus x2]We takin it back like battles in hallways and bathroomsAnd battles in the back of the classroomAnd in the bungalows came a def with flowsLunchtime rhymes you had to prove and showNever the school type, couldnt pronounce the words rightThe class jester, I was flunkin every semesterThe summer hit, had it burnin in 86Class cuttin and runnin wit all the neighborhood derelictsWithin the concrete jungle [huh!] we remain humbleAkil and akir, bounce, flip and tumbleUh, we never fumble, break down or stumbleHot mumbo jumbo, just bring it when we rumbleWe push it like the daytonaFresh rhymes we blaze on yasStrictly from california old skool public diplomasWe spittin from every corner we flippin it when we wannaBeneath the concrete b street word on ya[chorus x2]
