1.Contact
2.Contribution
3.Great Expectations
Uh, no doubt, it took ten years, for me to pressure cook my
fears
No my front line rhymes moving up from the rear
My dream slash career appeared ever so clear
Now i'm able to touch, smell, feel, speak, and hear
My fans cheer, my time is finally here
The past depart the present cause the future is near
Anticipation, magnified my motivation
Direct my energy to touch nations
Been entertaining since niggas was really banging
Dancning at the old folks parties, pancaking
I've been waiting for my time to shine
＞from catholic school ？john mid？ junior high
＞from ？？？ to rocking at the good life
We paid the price to keep rhyming and rip shit on the mic
Yo, cause if you only knew what we been through
The struggle and the pain to maintain and continue
Expectations, on our committee unified relations
We rebel our rhythm through tribulations
And treble and bass the situation with dedication
Yo, go get your ticket, you'll see snacks and beverages
While we get wicked all in your brain cracks and crevaces
Servicing bulletins to you critical puritans
Who be shouting in my vicinity doubting my capability
(expect) no defeat, my whole fleet be scorching
Keep across your vision blurred from heat distortion
The proportions better that precaution
While we shake the portion fakes are lost in, never flossing
(the antidote for your mood) we sloppy dope and i'm hoping
What i wrote get you open like a fallopian tube
In my crew we inclube brothers who worthy
Rebels indeed, j's from la, i'm from shahee
＞from jersey, ever thirsty for success
Plus never vexed, flipping for allah cause he blessed us
With the talent, to make jurassic your next guest
Rocking since the '84 fresh fest, yes
Great expectations, on our committee unified relations
We rebel our rhythm through tribulations
And treble and bass the situation with dedication (repeat 2x)
Ayo my story starts in the nj state
And gets deep like a movie bruce and demi make
I moved to the land of sand and ill earthquakes
I didn't know this was the place i'd get my piece of the cake
Or the piece of the pie, u-n-i-t-y
Every thursday night at the life we kept it tight
That's right, that's where we dwelled and the rhythm rebelled
We a blast from the past like the shotgun shells
No a mocho males with raps about a beer
(our mission is to persevere) so haters play the rear
We toured the stratesphere from london to the square
You swear you're prepared to diss what we have here
Indeed time ticks as rapid rhymes rip
Earth and time split in time to find it's
Just another manic monday, and one day
We'll shine, too, so my crew say
Expectations, on our committee unified relations
We rebel our rhythm through tribulations
And treble and bass the situation with dedication
Yo, whether you love to hate it, if it's in or outdated
If i've been overrated or maybe your most favorite
You expect me still to write my verse on time
And i expect you not to front when you hear my rhyme
Don't expect me to smile cause it's in good taste
I know cats that's no mistake smiling in my face
And don't expect to try and guess if i'm mad or not
Or if i'm cold or hot, you would know if not
And don't expect me to come and just bite my tongue
It's kind of hard to forget what some brothers have done
But my mother always said you can forgive and forget
And expect that most promises won't be kept
I guess i gave credit where it wasn't deserved
To brothers must have preferred to not keep their word
The bigger the burden, the bigger the uncertain
No expectation for my creation, great expectation
4.How We Get Along
5.Improvise
Ayo, it's like this when allah says 'let it be like'
We are some designated, poetical brothers with mics
For whoever had skills to possess the gift
Combinated with the flavor and it goes like this...tuna fish!
I'm amphibious, citizen with the lesson plan
Cashier at the j5 concession stand (akil!)
The militant steel with the peripheral
Telegraphic skill bulid up crossfield (mark 7even!)
Fundamentalist brining my verbal gift
My style is packed quik like cocca in swiss miss (zaakir!)
For the way my pen sticks to rhymes
Cause a million party people, it's about that time
And together, we'll show you how to improvise
Reminicent of the wild style '75
Cause it's the brothers on the mic occupying the drums
Taking four mc's and make them sound like one
I be the spark from the cannon, blaze the outstanding
Tug of war, with the poor, rich, and scandlous
Roadrunning bandit, race against advancment
Style winds cause storms when i perform
I'm a ？parker john robot？ and stomp your whole spot
And beat you whole crew to a bunch of whole knots
Dissect you from the inner then declare myself the winner
Once the style clears, you'll be (real like finner)
One of the black your contractor
Attacking your backdoor, you're trapped in my trash compactor
Move back, whore, swingings before the trap door
It's causin the capture of brothers who rap more
Yeah, check the shelling, rock niggas redder than watermelon
The grief-stricken, rotated 20／20 vision
Rap felon, hottest rebel with bad spelling
I pitch shift with unprecedented sharpness
Distributor, local street corner contributor
Word inhibitor, scientific positioner
Rhythm commision be j's for real
'he drives the corssfader like a cutmobile'
We prepetrate the fake, the fraud, the phony
Jurassic masters of the ceremony
You came and saw right before your eyes
In fact the old school flavor has survived, like this...
(instrumental breakdown)
And together, we show you how to improvise
Reminicent of the wild style '75
Cause it's the brothers on the mic occupying the drums
We taking four mc's and make 'em sound like one
And together, we show you how to improvise
Reminicent of the wild style '75
So whoever bought the tape bring your butt right back
Cause you never in your life heard a cut like that
Hey, we flip fast phonographs 45 records smash
High was the forecast, ain't nothing they never had
Make a move, never lose, competition quick to choose
New styles, hot rhymes, guarenteed to blow your mind
(who's he？) the ？？？ fanatic for unity
Chemistry in the ghetto, diplomatic immunity
Well i'm the style stimulist, sound photosynthesis
Super with the sentences in the latin centuries
And together, we'll show you how to improvise
Reminicent of the wild style '75
Cause it's the brothers on the mic occupying the drums
Taking four mc's and make them sound like one
And together, we'll show you how to improvise
Reminicent of the wild style '75
Cause it's the brothers on the mic in the place to be
It's the j-u-r-a double s i-c
6.Jurass Finish First
Yo, because of cash in the purse, guns blast in the hearse
A vast universe when the last is the first
The past been a curse, i need some asprin to nurse
It's your cash getting earth, i ask when it hurts
A passionate burst of some last-minute work
The first human bodies are living last in this earth
Puffing grass when it works, a bastard at birth
But at last planet earth, 5 jurass finish first
(stashed in this verse) burning like gas in a torch
(jurass in a fort) some don't see past their front porch
(masking a smirk) no doubt my class been alert
Verbal splash for your thirst, 5 jurass finish first
Yo, cause the crooks in the game know exactly the same
Not mentioning no names, merely passing the blame
Your ass been in flames since the cash went ka-chang
Why you can't stand the rain when my crew bring the pain
You a masculine myth who i constantly diss
I bond with the fish, understand we the fifth
Put two and hit the dirt, wish you well, wish you worse
Your ass been cursed, 5 jurass finish first
Bringing it back from the lost, we have to report
The trash on the chart make you have to resort
To leave the record store instead of quenching your thirst
But at last planet earth, 5 jurass finish first
Yo, because of passing the course wife asking divorce
Taking half of your cash, now you bask in remorse
Turning rap into sport, i've mastered the part
Cause the trash on the chart leave you gasping for art
Now if you've mastered the art, i'm asking with force
To mass of your thoughts, to your ass is a corpse
Cover grass in a burst, unfasten your purse
Give your cash to the clerk, 5 jurass finish first
Yeah, cause the tricks of the trade, i'm a virtual slave
A smirk will get raised once the pen hits the page
While your thoughts of the stage and perhaps getting paid
Relax in the shade, time passing in days
I'm searching for ways to avoid the charade
Cause when voices are laid, choices are made
Be not afraid, people plastic on earth
Verbal blast bout to burst, 5 jurass finish first
5 jurass finish first (repeat 2x)
Yo, because of passing the torch, puffing pipes with a bouche
You a hype living loose with your life in the noose
You invite many fools when you ligt chemicals
Night of the living ooze, your ego makes many bruise
You need to watch what you choose, what you give is what you get
Some are lacking intellect in their quest for a check
Is it love or respect, does the subject get you vexed？
Only 4 bars to wreck, the situation is complex
Yo, you in constant pursuit to be the last in the house
(where's your wallet？) with the wife, deep stashed in the blouse
Like 'without a doubt' you can catch me on the b-side
Cause the one who wins the war...
...is the one without pride
J5 make you feel a lickle gaseous at first
(martin lawrence) and yes i make you ask 'is that lurch？'
In you try your soul a lyrical madness that works
Give your cash to the clerk, 5 jurass finish first
7.Lausd
Yo, we are no superstars
Who wanna be large and forget who we are
Don't judge us by bank accounts and big cars
No matter how bright we shine we're far from being stars
Cause stars fall, and disintigrate before they hit the
Asfalt, they incinerate cause we came
Not to destroy the law but to fulfill
For those who appreciate those with skills
And fresh windmills, and graf that kills
What is a dj without the scratch to build？
Without the elements, it's all irrelevant
Niggas love to freestyle but hate to fellowship
Yeah, taste the city's agenda, most of you outta town niggas
Get caught up and turn bitter, the city of bullshitters
Where hopes are blown, not even money for the phone
Now tell me what's the solution, how to get back home？
Yo, don't get caught up in glamor and glitz and camera tricks
The land of the dead, before you come examine your set
Where drama collects and women use special effects
Where amateur stunts can make a nigga damage your fronts
Uh, the california sunkist with a twist of limelight
Some set trip on the sunset strip
Belive the hide boulevard nice, the glamorous life
Many searching for the fame but can't afford the price
She would turn you out if you wasn't prepared
She would tell you the things you wanted to hear
She would blur your vision when it once was clear
This chick is full of tricks so approach with fear, cause
Yo, we are no superstars
Who wanna be large and forget who we are
Don't judge us by bank accounts and big cars
No matter how bright we shine we're far from being stars
You say you love la, you say the weather is great
Plenty sun in your face, you like the cars with bass
You like the way we paperchase and the women that shake
In the land of earthquakes and high crime rates
A lot of people is fake, this is hollywood
We shape the minds of kids in every hood
We make your past situation look good
The nights filled with shugs and i wish you would
Can dance with alvin haley and les miserables
In this century city, you can walk on the stars
Sex, money, and murder, yeah it's all 4 to 5
Cause fame and passerby with the name immortalized
On the avenue of stars, many names are called
On the boulevard, known for leaving permanent scars
Many dreams get robbed, real movie macabre
Young heartthrobs get young heart sobs, cause
'good evenening ladies and gentlemen welcome to hollywood,
california'
The city of angel's wings represents people's hopes and dreams
And the evil that men do that live life close to kings
And boast supreme, fancy cars, coats, and cream
Material things provoke more folks to scheme
Whether you paid your cost, cali green made your call
The smog covers the city like a table cloth
Is it fame at fault？ entertainers labeled soft
The place where people come to lose their train of thought
Despite the claims of what la is and what it ain't
The picture the city paints that overexaggerates
Within the circus, if you're filling this service purpose
Some feel it ain't worth it, the city that's got you nervous
And make you injure, and get up out of here nigga
Cause la never considered for those that need baby sitters
This is the hot bed for singles and newlyweds
Some looking for better gigs or fiending to make it big
It's the only place where stars are born
And we are the only ones that can't be worn
Out, by any place regardless of the cost
Cause brothers with big dreams, sometimes they get lost cause
Yo, we are no superstars
Who wanna be large and forget who we are
Don't judge us by bank accounts and big cars
No matter how bright we shine we're far from being stars
Cause stars fall, and disintigrate before they hit the
Asfalt, they incinerate cause we came
Not to destroy the law but to fulfill
For those who appreciate those with skills
And..., and...
What is a dj without the (scratching)
Without the elements, it's all irrelevant
(i represent the real from the beginning to the end of it)
8.Monkey Bars
now what do you like the most about this？
Conflict, consequence, constant evidence
Of classic content, communicated conference,
Wether five or six, wether another mis-print.
Or if it seems that youve heard it before,
If you thought that you would never hear it no more,
You should never doubt,
？people runnin' word of mouth？
Are you concerned about your health？
(lets go! b-brace yourself)
You know us, but its not the cold crush
4 mc's so we link the furious
9.Quality Control
Ayo my quality control, captivates your party patrol
Your mind, body, and soul
For whom the bell tolls, let the rhythm explode
Big, bad, and bold b-boys of old
Many styles we hold, let the story be told
Whether platinum or gold, we use breath control
So let the beat unfold, intro on drum roll
We be the lik like e, tash, and j-ro
We harass niggas like we was the po-po
We can rule the world without kurtis and still blow
Finesse, from sp to casio
Your jams ain't def, you ain't fresh, you're so-so
If you don't know us by now you'll never know
You set that mood when we groove and prove a show
The name of the game is survive and prove your flow
You can't out take jurassic syllable
Cause it's survival of professional radio
Stop and comprehend and heed the words of my pen
Survival of professional poetical highlanders
(soup, you plan on rocking something fierce？) oh, am i
Zaakir's the name, the a.k.a. super
The verbal acupunture from the dope old schooler
I used to be the bubble for others that used to dumb on
Now they be the lovers of brothers that can't front on
Put me in the mix, lp 12-inch
Sp, the elegant, poetic pestulence
I'm carbonated, the fanti-confederated
Highly commemorated, and the most celebrated
For connecting it (word!) like verb subject to the
Predicate
Plus i got the etiquette
To keep it moving, and showing cats how it's done
Cause it's the verbal combat, position number one
We keep it beaming like a beacon, if it's clearance that
You're seeking
Whether black or puerto rican, people back us when
We're speaking
We got the kind of rhymes that get you ready for the
Weekend
(to the mass amount of legions that came for party
Pleasing)
Our temperature is freezing all kind of different regions
The rhythm is the reason you're checking for what we've
Done
Please son, our thesis, will rip your crew in pieces
Your rhymes ain't right, homeboy, you ain't in season
Ayo my quality control, captivates your party patrol
Your mind, body, and soul
For whom the bell tolls, let the rhythm explode
Big, bad, and bold b-boys of old
Yo, yo, well it's the angelic man-relic clan repellent
My plan parent manuscripts withstand bullets
Flashing like a japan tourist, we command pure hits
While you cramming to understand these contraband
Lyrics
My fam submits to pray, 5 times a day
Climbing into your mind with live rhyme display
J5 finds a way to remain supreme
Coming verbally hardison as if my name was kadeem
Ayo my team dreamworks without spielberg or spill
Words
Communicate from the earth throughout the universe
I transmit, transcipts, transcontinental lyrics
Deeply rooted in your spirit
Up, i love the power of words, nouns and verbs
The pen and the sword, liquid stick on award
No folklore or myths in my penmanship
The panther scholar warriors is what i present, uh
Verbally decapitating those against a
Jihad (foreign language) words make sense
You gots to get up on your vocab, you gots to have
Vocab
Letters makes words, and sentences makes paragraphs
Yo, i make the pen capsize, the verbal with the planted
Eyes
Planning knives ever pair that i utilize
Spit juice, crack blood from your tooth
Inflict truths, speak allah's 99 attributes
You baby mc's drink pedialyte
My underground doesn't like you, the media might
But we the elite will change that
As we bridge gaps in this lyrical grudge match, brothers
We slug back
Yeah, we bless tracks with the help of a raw rap
Inprinted like poor tracks all over your brain rack
My mental maneuver will clear and steer right through
Ya
We grand like puba, understand that we move ya
Ayo, my rhythm reveal rollercoaster real deal
Revolutionize with active build
I plant my dreams in the field and wait to harvest my
Skills
For the starving mc, hungry trying to get a meal
Ayo my quality control, captivates your party patrol
Your mind, body, and soul
For whom the bell tolls, let the rhythm explode
Big, bad, and bold b-boys of old
10.Swing Set
11.The Game
All right, everybody shut up
I said shut up!
Now are you ready to play the game？
No!
Are you ready to play the game？
Yeah!
The game
Playing to survive
Aiming to win anyway they can
Yo, yo
Pass the ball, final casting call
First of all, verbal basketball
Off the glass, smash your jaw
Too fast for y'all
You might take a nasty fall
Trying to stick with the prehistoric passenger
(foul ball)
All breath, no physical contact
Bounce back, demonstrate invincible bomb raps
Not no hustler no player or speakin no crime crap
I'm vocally trying to score before my time lapse
Uh! full court press, hands in your chest
Runnin' cause i'm a rebel with the ghetto finesse
No fouls just checks, make a brother sweat
Word for y'all to earn my reject
Get it out of here, attack from the rear
Ya'll niggas aint nothin but some bitch ass queers
I'll be in your ear, increase the fear
Rippin with the shears as the crowd just cheers
Bring on the opposition
Cause my position is to shut you down
As the basketball pounds on the concrete floor
Envisioning moves to freak brothers every which way
Dominating like doc j.
Pass me the rock, i know just what to do with it
It's real vivid, i pivot, through the lane
Three hundred and sixty behind my back
I take your monkey ass to the rack like jerry stack
I'm sought by most recruiters and heavily recommended
Stickin your best shooters they lower verbal percentage
It's takin its toll, 24-second clock control
Stoppin this obstacle, impossible
I was the number one block project in the city
Prospect, now thats something that you can believe
So be it, whether pro or collegiate, the hit but don't miss
Prime time the offense, switch
Y'all can't ball, y'all can't ball
Yo ref, where's the tech？ man, make the call
The game is gettin tight verbal victories in sight
What counts is what you write not concerned about the height
My rhymes go baseline so why you tryin to take mine？
Last man tried just died inside the paint line
I bank rhymes, got a call so i flex
I'm on the foul line with a few verses left
When my flow hits the net, the next brother flex
I put my foot in the pavement
With the brothers i'm raised with
Play with and break dance back in the days with
And still in the game with 12 points, no assists
Get up in the game, in your face like swish
Crash the boards with metaphors
In the air like a concord
Aiyyo what you out for？
Yo i'm out for the whole score
22 flat seconds for me to win
I can't win for losin with this cheatin ass ref
My squad's supreme
So i don't need clyde or the dream
Next time you play the game boy pick a better team
Your choice is short when you on a concrete court
But my mental cohorts is bout to change the whole sport
Give me the bill boy, crossover with the skills
Wrap around pass, fly right past your grill
Take off from half court, in some j5 shorts
The rap band with the man when my words play sports
Comin' through your lane, with pure skills so stand clear
Vocal charge is a mirage, i still stand here
Damn near, make your shit look soft like pam grier
Fans cheer for the paragraph bill lambier
Show me the rock, so i can show these fool what i got
(he's heating up) fuck that, i'm flaming hot
Verbally take you to the blacktop, and wreck shop
Turn my game up a notch, pass me the rock
1 on 1, 3 on 3, 5 on 5, horse, 21
It really don't matter cause son you'll still get done
Yo you should know better than try to barter with this
globetrotter
Militious, vicious dunks, i'm vince carter
And it's the high draft pick, flashin it
Still can penetrate and slightly overweight
But whatever it takes my shot can elevate
No pain, no gain for the brothers with no game
12.The Influence
Yo, i create off drum drops and ate away blacktops
Grab the mic so you don't react
The double x polo shirt with the hat to match
In fact, we verbally vibrate your track
Then crush your confidence like plastic condiments
Build you up to break you down like forgotten monuments
The question is this： will they return with the hot shit？
Or keep it on the low flow
Yo, and for you confused bastards, tuna the blues master
Quick to grib the mic, crews fast and soundclashing
Critical mass, pinnacle blast have been deflected
Hypodermic vocals i flash get you infected
I don't sip on brew, so this bud's for you
Speak when spoken to whenever you come through
My vibes fill you, internal revenue
You rhyme prostitute
13.Twelve
14.World Of Entertainment
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
Chorus：
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 got in for free'
So when you step through the door, the music gets loud
Maneuver through the crowd to get a better view now
Repeat chorus x2
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
Repeat chorus
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
Repeat chorus x2
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