| Lyrics: | Yeah testing testing one two
Uhh one
Press the panic button God
[all]
We be the crew guess who the Jayou
R A double S I C we're
in the
place to be it don't stop
We got the rhythm that makes your fingers
snap crackle
pop pop fizz fizz
We're known to give a show plus handle our biz ness
Stress we'll
destroy
We're known to make noise as the original b boys
in the flesh, greater to
the depth
Creates the ill scenes when we manifest, yes
I feel the vibe
I feel the vibe too
Cause it's the butter from the crew
CAUSE WE ORIGINAL,
WHO
Wanna tussle?
Flex for the muscle?
WHILE WE KICK THE STYLE THAT BUSTS
YOUR BLOOD VESSLES
With the rhythm
The ninety-six stylism
PICK UP A PILL AND
FEEL EM KILL EM WITH YOUR VOCALISM
Yeah, I shoot the gift puffin another cold spliff
Fools are coming quicker than Anna Nicole Smith
Malginant metaphors and ganja stay
herbs
We conjugate verbs and constipate nerds LIKE YOU
I'm hear to end the
conspiracy, fearlessly
So you can really see the real MC's AT HAND
I'm tuna fish on
the stickshift
The eclectic hectic, desperate to set trip
And for the niggaz
who feel, that they're 24-karat
Plus, the way you're livin get your undewater baptism
Believe it or not, it's the rugged and raw
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'm out to win ain't no pretendin, fuck the first amendment
My speech was free, the day that my soul descended
[all]
Earthbound, we
might sound various
Some niggaz can rhyme, but they got no character
So we preparin
you for war, don't give up the fight
You need to stand up for your rights
And grab a mic and get loose, produce the juice that keeps the head on
collosion with the
New World Order opposition
Competition, none, there's only one in the universe
that
knows the final outcome
We got incarcerated minds, men women and enzymes
Vibin off the rhymes sent from the di-vine ESSENCE
PRESENCE EFFERVESENCE, not to be
contested
Some miss the message, GO AHEAD AND BLESS THIS
So don't mistake us
for a crew that used to hit
We on some underground certified Wild Style shit
[all]
We be the crew, guess who, and it'll be
The Jayou, ninety-five A.D.
Be be causin ramifications, physicians
sendin brothers on grammar vacations, if they
don't listen
Competition, bustin shots on people basin
But we can delete
constipation
[all]
Jurassic, 5, MC's
And we got the cure for this
rap disease
So come on everybody let's all get down
Cause I'm down by law
and I know my way around |
