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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 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, non-stop fundamental Urban curb servin', vocabulary surgin' 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 dispersing That body rock moving, ghetto baby music We eat together with the inner city coolness Yo, who's this? Slicing a rhyme in square bits Burning through open skin like newly prepared grits It's tuna fish, I'm bringing the bad news And changing your bathroom if you thinking that cash rules 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 bombaclot 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 that be chasing checks Me and my crew crash through and get enough respect Basic bet takers I'm beyond your average thinker Breakin' 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 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 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 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 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 within 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 Aye yo I'm lampin, I'm lampin, I'm cold stone lampin High pitch, beat drumsticks like Lionel Hampton The champion, fly shit, the anthem Five eleven with dark skin and tantrum Handsome never, not even as a kid The girls used to say "Yo 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 dye-cast miniatures I'll blast ten of you 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 a congrat 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 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