Now what you hear is not a test
This is a verbal gunfight like the wild wild west
And if you got beef get it off your chest my son
Because the 2na's gonna show you how the west was won


We rolled up to the spot about a half past noon
Jumped from the horse, slid into the saloon
Walkin in the spot I heard the musicman stop
Danced up to the bar, a double snapple on the rocks


Now mr. bartender told me strangers get flack (Really black?)
But they'll be fuckin with the black billy jack
Feel the mack, ?? you can never even got the chance bro
We move the crowd like we were ??


And my drink he never passed it, he got real sarcastic (Fat Bastard)
You them niggas from the crew called Jurassic
Talkin mad shit as his face showed a frown
You niggas better leave before the sun go down


Cuz uh, we be the king of, the verbal gunslingers
You better bring a casket, a preacher and a singer nigga
We be the kings of the ones that brought static
I use my rhymes like a glock automatic


Ay yo, somethin lookin fishy yo I think we better watch
Yo, I'd make sure you got your trigger uncocked
Yo I'm sayin real niggas always deal a gun blast
Get the horse, kiss the girl, grab the mic and let's dash


Cuz uh, we be the king of, the verbal gunslingers
You better bring a casket, a preacher and a singer nigga
Cuz when the lead locks on it don't let ya
I'm not a grifter more like a high-plains drifter


And as the plot kickened, thickened, niggas started shovin me
Muggin me, tuggin me, into the good bad and the ugly
Troubly doubly I grabbed a glass full of bubbly
Publicly rubbin me I told my nigga Chali cover me


Yo, I gotcha back and I'm buckin I'm lookin back and I'm duckin
I'm tryin to get us the FUCK out the place
Brothas who was harassin we was doin the blastin
Yo suit go get us the bucks out the safe



Dead men never tell about the things they saw
The stakes is what can make a man become an outlaw
Hey, we be the peeps who keep the past alive
2na fish, and Akil from the Jurassic 5


Ay yo peeps has been grand, but understand we in a hurry
Emergency currency, many niggas that wanna murder me
Heard of me
And 2na fish ?? capacity keepin the west blazin like Sundance and Butch Cassidy


Man, we need some type of plan cuz peeps is skanless
Thinkin that they can make a man hush with the ambush
My man bust til you crack the safe
Yo back is safe and we gon take the back escape


Now if you don't know who we are, I suggest you better hiiiide
Or look down the devil's eye, sing a lullaby
And the picture on my poster make my left side my best side


I'm on my last two rounds I let a thousand free
I heard the bartender called for the cavalry
Now they outside, waitin on my ??
Verbal gunslinger forever and proud to be

Cuz uh, we be the king of, the verbal gunslinger
And now they got the casket, the preacher and a singer cuz they
?? at the ??
Stay alive yo!
Rhymin with our back to the wall, tryin to survive the fall
Cuz dead men never tell about the things they saw
The stakes is what can make a man become an outlaw
Hey, we be them peeps that keep the past alive
It's 2na fish, and Akil, from the Jurassic 5

J-U-R-A-S-S-I-C-F-I-V-E


He who is without sin
Cast the first stone
Blast the verse
No matter the class
I'm vers'tile
Kickin' it for you hipocritic berzerk ohms
I'm hopin' at worst
Hopin' the words that touch home
And clutch domes
Ya' think
Electrical sockets and wet feet
How you infinitely get sleep
The minute we get deep
Ladies and 'gents peep
One hundred percent heat
Up undersea mistreats
Now I'll leave you mince meat
Yes I'm from UNITY
My last name sits in the middle of opportunity (Huh)
With two-laid plans and new-made fans
My crew raid lands and punch like the Kool-Aid Man



It was a long road to glory

Battle for territory
Just to be called the masters of the ceremony
Marathon
Decathalon
Word-play
Mega-bomb
Metabolism
With the rhythm
Keep it goin' on



The epitomy
Five-hundred thousand so convincingly
Street ministry
J-5th-a-tune infantry
Finna be
About to be
The best kept commodity
Twelve incher LP
We're representin' properly
Now possibly the knock could be
That old school philosophy
That if it doesn't rock a beat
It's not considered property
Remember me
Remember us
Ice Cold
Cold Crush
1920 Gold Rush
Rollin' up
Hold up!
Now aint no need
For you to be surprised
When we impliment and improvise
With each and every verse that I
Get busy with
Lacing it with murder talk
Turn a 'sault
Tom-A-Hawk
Razor sharp
Tribal walk


Fresh gear
We're makin' our beds
And we're doin' lots of things
That we never did
We went to Paris in the spring-time
Bahamas in the fall
We thank Alla
We're doin' it all




Pick a paragraph and phrase it
Mentally you save it
Kick it to the world and
Suddenly they crave it
Thats the way it is
In this verbal warfare
Workin' hard for the love
But there aint no wars here
Years been puttin'
On a play with your foot in
Cause you'll be comin' back
Like the brother Dwight Gooden
Seven's back again
Slappin' men and askin' them
If they really wanna fuck wit' the style we tappin' in


Hey yo, I just couldn't wait
To grab a piece of my own cake
So I can elevate
And hold my own weight
My mind state be the ghetto
Street corner heavy metal
Black like the pot and tea kettle
My street credibility
Minus negativity
Multiplied energy
What attends a few
Ability sililoque
Of a real MC
Tastin' the grammar
J5 slamma jamma



(OH) (Here we go)
Metabolism with the rhythm
Keep it goin' on


Marathon
Decathalon
Word-play
Mega-bomb

(OH) (Here we go)
Metabolism with the rhythm
Keep it goin' on


Marathon
Decathalon
Word-play
Mega-bomb

Party people, are you with me?
Are you with me party people? [Repeat 4x]

To the beat y'all, and you don't stop
Rock the rhythm that'll make your finger pop
Ah to the tic toc, tic tic, tic tism
Live and direct is the rebels of rhythm
On your radio, turn up the stereo, cause it's working

Well I'm the coolest of the cool and they call me Akil
Hip-hop fanatic busting lyrical windmills
And I'm the international king of all things
Creates the ill scene shades for Robin to bring
I'm funky fresh, I got style and finesse
And if the roof's on fire put the pen to the paper
A fade with the J it's the live motivator
And from shore to shore and from sea to sea
And everwhere that we go we're in the place to be

Like that, rock the house
To my man Cut Chemist, rocks the house
To my man Charlie 2na, rocks the house
And to my brother Nu-Mark, rocks the house
And to my man Marc 7even, rocks the house
And to my brother Hani, rocks the house
And to my brother Kalil, rocks the house
And to my brother Faru, turning it out

Now the world don't move to the beat of just one drum
So it might be right for you, it might not be right for some
So come one, come all (hey) big or small
Cause I'm guaranteed to rock y'all out of your drawers
Biting MC's always get lockjaw
I'm not Volume T, but I'm harder than all y'all
And just in case you forget the way we will be rocking it
One time prime time flowing with the fatness
Many shades of skin cream, hip styles of blackness
Match this, never practice makes perfect
Sharp like the edge on a blade that's curved
Serve this? Yes, but only when fresh
So you don't have to guess the R-E-B-E-L-S
Dip dip diver, socializer
On the rise, the committee's wiser and will disguise the truth
Of the matter we're sick of the idle chatter
The data we pitter patter we'll splatter just like a platter
Infected uncontrollably, follow me, come on go with me
Cause you know it be Tuna and Marc 7even
Heaven does await us, put here to sedate us
Make us in His image with with ?glimmage?
Never perfect we're tripping, by a force unseen
But we divulged its presence, so this rap goes back to the essence
Lessons have been written from the end, but you're soon to see
Kalil in community, rebels of rhythm unity

Yeah, and you don't stop
You got the rhythm that makes your fingers pop [Repeat 2x]

It goes 1 2 3, 3 2 1
An apple to a pear to a peach to a plum
Listen to the drum, does it make your ears numb?
Here it comes, here it comes, here it kiddy comes comes

I'm independent, good to the limit
Never in my life been to the VD clinic
Salute me but I'm not a lieutenant
Down with Nu-Mark and my man Cut Chemist
My name is Marc 7even, yes indeed
And ain't another MC that can touch my tree
Down with unity and the rebels three
Grab the microphone and release your seed
And the formula for me to get bent
And the spot was never hit if I didn't leave a fingerprint
X the fact with colonial combat
Eating steak and other shit in the house of wax
And uh like ?? don't ever think of jacking me
Never gun-packing because that if I like to begin
With not a dimwit angry over somewhat (why?)
Brothers keep holding me back, I'm about to go nuts, man

Niggas know I paid my dues and shit
I'm about to blow the fuck up because I refuse to quit
And this one is dedicated to the crews that bit
I'm about to blow the fuck up because I refuse to quit
I'm tired of keeping my trust and getting used and shit
I'm about to blow the fuck up because I refuse to quit
It doesn't matter who's fatter, who's wack, or who's legit
I'm about to blow the fuck up because I refuse to quit

You know we turn the party out (Without a doubt)
And show em what it's about (Without a doubt)
We'll win whether you like it or not (Without a doubt)
We make it hot (Without a doubt) [Repeat 2x]

We keep it heated like stones in Hell's Kitchen
MC's are wishing that they had a pot to piss in


Akil is on a mission to smash the competition
I whip my opposition with words into a sentence
And combat your verbal attacks with no assistance
I'm too consistant for you brothers to keep bitching
Pay close attention to my verbal composition
I keep it distant like my love for the business
You ask What is this? Is it real or ficticous?
I kill the wise and intelligent rebels with percision


It's a true conspiracy, battle for world supremecy
Huh, send me brothers they maybe try to contend with me
But me and my staff soon shine like a perfect half moon
And get you open like a public bathroom, paragraph doom
The vicious lyric solicitor
No comission keeping it different for my listeners
Taking no prisioners, sealing perimeters
Never singular, giving you something that you remember

You know we turn the party out (Without a doubt)
And show em what it's about (Without a doubt)
We'll win whether you like it or not (Without a doubt)
We make it hot (Without a doubt) [Repeat 2x]

We reccomend Jurassic 5 like daily check-ups
From waist to your neck up, so next man step up


You're now the victim of a vocal verbal stick up
My style will make you get up and down just like a sit up
To those who want to get us, brother keep your chin up
What up? I roll with winners, beyond beginners
The average nigger squeezes triggers when your rap style's bigger
How you figure that you can disrespect my art?
I know the true MC's take this life to heart
Let's take it back to the start, Donnie Dew kick your part


And it's the outlaw about to rock y'all, now watch my hands go
Over the nickle full black tainted pearl handle
And watch it richocet, captivate the airwaves
Hit you with the ever blade connected with the wordplay
Mister Pro-fessional with the clever flows
Hear it on your radio, Donnie Brasco
With the defness, and the ways of the West
Represent the flavor breathless

You know we turn the party out (Without a doubt)
And show em what it's about (Without a doubt)
We'll win whether you like it or not (Without a doubt)
We make it hot (Without a doubt) [Repeat 2x]

Uh, no doubt, when J5 comes, that's right

Now I'ma say this once again open up your mind
Shot heard around the world came from our fresh rhymes
The contribution to showbiz, mixed with entertainment
Resurrected rhymes, not the same old same
Now if you like what we came with
And you feel you can sang wit it
Peep the verbal language and the way we arranged it
Now entertainment to make the people applaud
I'm not trying to say my style is better than yours

I'm from the graduating class of one-nine-eight-eight
L.A. Unified School M A H
A gangbanger from the streets taught me how to break
In South Central L.A., ay yo, can you relate?

I'm Chali 2na
The one who puff the buddha keep the Snapple in the cooler
Used to go to junior high with Son Doola
Old skoola - a permanent, element, in ya tournament
Tellin it prevalent never delicate when we burnin it

Now from L.A. to the U.K. we attempt to rock a party
The rhyme and the music you don't hear that no more hardly
I can say it's partly, all our faults smarty
J5'll bring you more than the shakin of a body

Ay yo a child is born but no state of mind
But when I first heard it, put words to rhymes
I went from hypercars, to powder blue All-Stars
To hangin on monkey bars catchin spiders in jelly jars


So uh, let's take it back to the concrete streets
Original beats with real live MC's
Playground tactics, no rabbit-in-a-hat tricks
Just that classic, rappin from Jurassic

I bring the noise plus the funk, entertainin like a dunk
From a snotty-nosed prima donna millionaire punk
But uh, I heard a hunch, that somebody might munch
Cause J5 go together just like parties and spiked punch
Your crew's captain crunch, and I'm the seven seas
Bombin on MC's, crushin crews with ease
Brother please you know my steez is 100 degrees
With no era bring it live like the Trio of Terror

Trio of Terror no mascara, at last your brass surpass pleasure
We the last treasure set to entice the cash bearer
Mask wearers who bite my reflection like glass mirrors
Be trash pickers who need to consider the past clearer

Now what you thought was old and out of date
We brought it back alive and changed the shape
We put it on wax for those who think that
The 5 we energize has been extinct



We takin it back like battles in hallways and bathrooms
And battles in the back of the classroom
And in the bungalows game of death with flows
Lunchtime rhymes you had to prove and show

Never the school type, couldn't pronounce the words right
The class jester, I was flunkin every semester
The summer hit, had it burnin in '86
Class cuttin and runnin wit all the neighborhood derelicts

Within the concrete jungle (huh!) we remain humble
Akil and Akir, bounce, flip and tumble
Uh, we never fumble, break down or stumble
Hot mumbo jumbo, just bring it when we rumble

We push it like the Daytona
Fresh rhymes we blaze on yas
Strictly from California old skool public diplomas
We spittin from every corner we flippin it when we wanna
Beneath the concrete be street word on ya