yes y`all, yes y`all, yes y`all yes y`all, yes y`all, yes y`all yes y`all, yes y`all, yes y`all yes y`all, yes y`all, yes y`all freak, freak y`all, freak y`all freak y`all freak y`all, freak y`all freak y`all to the beats y`all, beats y`all beats y`all beats y`all, beats y`all beats y`all and you don`t stop, don`t stop don`t stop and you don`t quit , don`t quit don`t quit and you don`t stop, don`t stop don`t stop and you don`t quit , don`t quit don`t quit
yo, Black`s the real, he the thoroughbred for feel park the whip, jump out dressed to kill hop the charter flight down to Brazil ran right into Will "What up Black?" (What`s the deal?) A cape with a cain, you what`s in a name I got a little bit of change, but I`m feelin the same came here for a taste of the finer things because the girls look like different months in a magazine judging how fast the word go, the probably already know we hang with Sergio So, let`s get a few classy girls yo, and sip a little wine, anything but Merlot though, live and let learn, use "protekchurn" and twist a little something that`s Katherine Hepburn fresh to death, still makin them heads turn still got mine, but you got to get churn yo!
"Know what I`m talkin about? There it is (there it is)
yes y`all, yes y`all, yes y`all yes y`all, yes y`all, yes y`all baby don`t you stop don`t you stop don`t you quit don`t you stop
It`s the Will.I.Am, I`m killin them got flows that float just like helium (aahh) these hoes know I`m drillin `em so when feminine`s thrown I`m throwin them the billin `em til I`m rollin in millions gotta flip billions into trillions businessly, I`m brilliant turn pennies into twenties like the chameleons but never put a chinchilla on a chick, Karma-style too legit to quit Hip-hop on and on and on and break mics constant til the break of dawn and if you want to compete, come compete bring and MPC-16, make a big beat we could take it back to the B-Street we could break, we could rap, do the graffitti yo!
"Know what I`m talkin about? There it is (there it is)
yes y`all, yes y`all, yes y`all yes y`all, yes y`all, yes y`all baby don`t you stop don`t you stop don`t you quit don`t you stop
Hey! 2na Fish back to business I hit the track like a sheer act of vengeance masked avengers get smacked and injured strapped`ll get cho` back with some black suspenders autographs of the Jurassc Crew flippin flashes so fast like a fashion shoot classics, spittin acid the fastest route, bass`ll hit yo face quicker than a passion fruit big cheese inflict sick disease make hits that`ll make thick chicks strip tease clicks freeze when the trigger click squeeze makin people in the disco duck like Riq Jeeves but I ain`t going to war wit ch`all and got no alcoholic beverages to pour for y`all I`m gonna let these cats get there garbage off while I crush y`all like Mikhail Gorbachev
"Know what I`m talkin about? There it is (there it is)
yes y`all, yes y`all, yes y`all yes y`all, yes y`all, yes y`all baby don`t you stop don`t you stop don`t you quit don`t you stop
baby don`t you stop don`t you stop don`t you quit don`t you stop baby don`t you stop don`t you stop don`t you quit don`t you stop
Plates, nobody knows the name, nobody knows the pain The fame's last on list Can't get paid with mic in the syst' Gotta roll with a goal that swells the pole These stories are told, when I was like ten y-years old, won't be mad if it don't go gold I could gives a f**k Still cut my zit, and gives it all to soul I rocks the mic, like, dyke, hypes, like, pipes Who got the style, type, like, this, tight, type, tyke? I'm stronger than straight with no chase Emcees I step to's like a staircase Kick em to the bottom like BASS Let that ink sink into your vellum Open up your eyes then I swell em
Chorus: T-Love and Chali 2na
(T) Ooh, ah.. ooh ooh ah -- ooh, ah ah (T&2) Wanna-Beez emcees, think they make cheese "Would you like to be a part of my fan-fanta-fantasy?" (T) Ooh, ah.. ooh ooh ah -- ooh, ah ah (T&2) Wanna-Beez I sees, pretend they make G's "Would you like to be a part of my fan-fanta-fantasy?"
(Chali 2na) Yo some of you brothers be livin lavishly but it's a travesty You're sellin millions of records but you a crab emcee Fakin hard as a rock, you just a wimp man please Your crew is a circus act of chim-pan-zees Heh, there's a disease in your lecture Lackin extra texture, what you flex neglects to wreck
Got ta execute you pile; and boot the file when I shoot the style I'm givin root canals Now which of you punks be amongst me To let the funk free, I keep my composition junk free Consistently, like your monthly Plus I'm scent free, wack emcees can not hunt me - down Kickin freeze in the soundbooth Wanna-Beez, be on they knees to get down Truth be told, the proof we hold, woke the old When they made me into an emcee, they broke the mold Like that
Chorus w/ variations
(T-Love) No time's narrowin I don't be flippin with the heroin, like Errol Flynn See I can fly, high up in the sky Have track marks, all up on my thigh, but why? Cause Baton Rouge blues, don't compare to Malibu, you, can have anything you choose Yet you all up in this B-Girl's news Tryin to wear shoes All up in my mix, waitin for the opportunity to transfix, to culturist You wanna-be down with the, crews and clicks but, you can't kick it, why? He's a punk bitch Jockin Wu-Tang, don't know new slang Mad cause you can't hit black pu-tang All B-Boys and Girls will soon see That you are, a, wanna, be
Chorus 2X w/ variations + Chali 2na in last
(Chali 2na) Wanna-Beez emcees, they aim to please 2na Fish and T-Love, like that, hah
uh huh uh huh uh huh oh this takes me home, it makes me think about sitting outside of my old home when I was younger and singing something like
[Chorus I (with translation)] gabar yaroo subhaano [Young beautiful girl] maro shabeelo hirato [wearing tiger-patterned] maro qafiifa huwato [light, thin clothing] maga’aaga ii sheeg [Tell me your name] magaeygu waa sharaf [she says: My name is Sharaf] sharaf haaji weeyan [Sharaf Haaji, it is] aqalada hariirta [Those beautiful houses] dhina baan ka jooga [I live beside] alla ya u sheega [Somebody please tell them] tinta u shanleeya [give them a clue] nahoy zamzamey [of you, Zamzam] sabaah nuurey [who shines like the morning light] adoo kin kin iyo [like the scales] kaluun badaneey [of a colorful fish] adoo hajka jira [while you were gone on Hajj] xasuus badaneey [had many memories] sahiibtaa asho ashaq baa dilay [Your friend, Aisha died of love] ugu dambeyntiina [at long last (I realized)] aniyo geeluba [both I and the camels] wa u banaanbahnay [need love]
[Chorus II - x2 (with translation)] wanagii orodnee [Remember us fleeing] nabad barinee [searching for peace?] mareykan waa laga soo waayay [3x] [In America, none was found]
There are certain things fresh, and certain things mesh, I got my own sound, I don't sound like the rest, And even my attire and my choice of dress, And not long ago I don't spoke English The point is police pull me over a lot They wonder what type of rap sheet I got. And sometimes I take a young girl out to eat, And hold the door open, oh you're so sweet, Of course my affection's super illustrated And I like to give don't reciprocate it Unless you could give me someone innovated And let's cook it up we don't refrigerate it But back to the country of the educated Where people get robbed and they celebrate it,
[Chorus II x2]
(MOS DEF)
Maraken, my country 'tis of thee sweet land for robberies dos smokin SUV's red meat and army greens fat and frills thrills and spills eat and sleep hump and kill shop 'til you drop work 'til you dead get all you can then get in the wear (?) outta my face on your knees sleep in the mansion shut out the streets make that cake woop that trick lick my swagger suck my sick get high get low get sticky get rich get yo' own show get down get quick you slow you blow you broke get fixed terror dome, home swag home terror dome, home swag home home swag home home swag home
[Repeat Chorus II x2]
(CHALI 2NA)
There are some things pure while certain things blur Dilute it with the lie and you believe when it occur Falsified information got my people in the stir We have to be in search of something equal to the cure Straight out the door, I come to give you more Lay the law keep it raw, when I speak it from the core Get underneath your skin like I scratched you with a claw Conflicted with the rich 'cause I kick it with the poor I laugh in the face of adversity Sound clashed with the bass 'cause it's natural to me But if you pay attention to the past you will see Not long ago you black they'd hang your ass from a tree Certain things change, while some stay the same Some are recluse, others are lovers of the game I'm trying to walk the lane,the siratul mustaqim [Arabic for "the straight path"] Instead of doing things that keep you covered in the flame.
[Repeat Chorus II x2]
Nanananana that shit was cool in English, but let me get that Somali verse.
Plates, nobody knows the name, nobody knows the pain The fame's last on list Can't get paid with mic in the syst' Gotta roll with a goal that swells the pole These stories are told, when I was like ten y-years old, won't be mad if it don't go gold I could gives a f**k Still cut my zit, and gives it all to soul I rocks the mic, like, dyke, hypes, like, pipes Who got the style, type, like, this, tight, type, tyke? I'm stronger than straight with no chase Emcees I step to's like a staircase Kick em to the bottom like BASS Let that ink sink into your vellum Open up your eyes then I swell em
Chorus: T-Love and Chali 2na
(T) Ooh, ah.. ooh ooh ah -- ooh, ah ah (T&2) Wanna-Beez emcees, think they make cheese "Would you like to be a part of my fan-fanta-fantasy?" (T) Ooh, ah.. ooh ooh ah -- ooh, ah ah (T&2) Wanna-Beez I sees, pretend they make G's "Would you like to be a part of my fan-fanta-fantasy?"
(Chali 2na) Yo some of you brothers be livin lavishly but it's a travesty You're sellin millions of records but you a crab emcee Fakin hard as a rock, you just a wimp man please Your crew is a circus act of chim-pan-zees Heh, there's a disease in your lecture Lackin extra texture, what you flex neglects to wreck
Got ta execute you pile; and boot the file when I shoot the style I'm givin root canals Now which of you punks be amongst me To let the funk free, I keep my composition junk free Consistently, like your monthly Plus I'm scent free, wack emcees can not hunt me - down Kickin freeze in the soundbooth Wanna-Beez, be on they knees to get down Truth be told, the proof we hold, woke the old When they made me into an emcee, they broke the mold Like that
Chorus w/ variations
(T-Love) No time's narrowin I don't be flippin with the heroin, like Errol Flynn See I can fly, high up in the sky Have track marks, all up on my thigh, but why? Cause Baton Rouge blues, don't compare to Malibu, you, can have anything you choose Yet you all up in this B-Girl's news Tryin to wear shoes All up in my mix, waitin for the opportunity to transfix, to culturist You wanna-be down with the, crews and clicks but, you can't kick it, why? He's a punk bitch Jockin Wu-Tang, don't know new slang Mad cause you can't hit black pu-tang All B-Boys and Girls will soon see That you are, a, wanna, be
Chorus 2X w/ variations + Chali 2na in last
(Chali 2na) Wanna-Beez emcees, they aim to please 2na Fish and T-Love, like that, hah
Well, here's a little something for my people in the house I'm gonna tell you what my crew is all about We like raw rhythm fusion, real rhyme producin' songs for the world's men, women and children Armed and equipped with much confidence and this is how we're gonna make our living Some are known for bein' biters non-creative and wack rhyme-writers Yo, they soup you up but can't rock the jam known to the world as a one-hit band Easy come, easy go, yo you had your turn temporary niggas touchin' up your perm You see a rapper is a kid that brags and acts big A rhymer is a nigga that can handle his biz Yo, A rapper is a kid that's tryin' to be the shit An entertainer ain't tryin' cause he already is
*Welcome to the wonderful world of entertainment where life imitate art and people get famous Welcome to the world of showbiz arrangement where lights, camera, action is the language (x2)
We was rockin a jam the other night J5 was on the mic so the people was hype Yo, we like to rock the party with adrenalin and passion the crowd started screamin "Action Satisfaction" Numark dropped the beat and the heat from the fire We brought the energy and streetcar named desire We was flippin, they was trippin, how we was old schoolin' needle to the groove, hands in the air movin' and we said to the crowd "This is the place to be, whether you paid a fee or you got in free" So when you step through the door, the music gets loud Manuever through the crowd to get a better view now
*Repeat
To be an MC, you got to be so fresh to have style and finesse way above the rest With the strong delivery, vocal chemistry street poetry in tune with the beat So if you think you got the skills come take a test microphone check if you truly are blessed If you can flow like water and can comprehend you need longevity in this game to win Now if you want to be the best you got to move and motivate Watch the money that you make in the industry stakes Cause some of these people ain't got no class and some of these folks'll make you beat they ass If you can believe then you can achieve get the loot, live the dream, be on top of the scene To keep the people in it, and accumulate fans to be dope in the studio and slam at the jams, so
*Repeat
Welcome party people, while we got your attention There's a few things we'd like to mention The name is Jurassic, but they call us J5 we rock bonafide fly rhymes fortified We got 2 DJs controlling the beat and vocal harmonies make it sound so sweet We're the four horsemen, with words to caution expressed and flipped in an orderly fashion With the rhymin', designin' the music on time and the fellas saying "ho" and the ladies losin' they mind and the breakin', the scratchin', this thing called rappin' the cultivated music that keeps your hands clappin The passion, reaction, the street satisfaction Brothers using no tactics to make it happen the rhythm, the spirit, you love it when you hear it Nowadays when you're samplin' shit, you gotta clear it
