Yeah, testing, testing, one, two
Uhh, one
Press the panic button, God
We be the crew, guess who, the Jayou
R-A-double-S, I-C
We
We got the rhythm that makes your fingers
Snap, crackle, pop pop, fizz fizz
We
Stress, we
We
In the flesh, greater to the depth
Creates the ill scenes when we manifest, yes
I feel the vibe
I feel the vibe too
Wanna tussle
Flex vocal muscle
While we kick the style that bursts your blood vessels
With the rhythm
The
Pick up a pill and feel
Yeah, I shoot the gift, puffin
Vocals are coming quicker than Anna Nicole Smith
Malignant metaphors and ganja stay herbs
We conjugate verbs and constipate nerds, like you
I
So you can really see the real MCs at hand
I
The eclectic hectic, desperate to set trip
And for the niggas who feel, that they
Plus, the way you
Believe it or not, it
Put a bullet in the head of four in Mount Rushmore
Yeah, release the beast from within, baptise gins
Keep company with friends that repel sin
I
My speech was free, the day that my soul descended
Earthbound, we make sound various
Some niggas can rhyme, but they got no character
So we preparin
You need to stand up for your rights
And grab a mic and get loose
Produce the juice that keeps the head on
Collision with the new world order opposition
Competition, none, there
That knows the final outcome
We got incarcerated minds, men women and enzymes
Vibin
Presence, effervesence, not to be contested
Some miss the message, go ahead and bless this
So don
We on some underground certified wild style shit
We be the crew, guess who, and it
The Jayou, 95 A.D.
Be be
Sendin brothers on grammar vacations, if they don
Competition, bustin shots on people basin
But we can delete constipation
Jurassic 5 MCs
And we got the cure for this rap disease
So come on everybody let
Come with the hope with more funk, I
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