Concrete Schoolyard

Now I'm a say this one time boy and that's my word
We rockin shots and not fire through the Hindenburg
The contribution is clear
You add water to bone
And get the Jurassic 5 on the microphone
Now if you like the tone
And how the harmony's done
And the sucka mc's die before they've begun
Well I'd like [F]to [C7]know if
You've got [Fm7]the notion [C7]
'Cause we're number one
I'm not tɾying to [C7]say my [A]style is better than yours
I'm just on [C7]some other shit
I'm all [Em]about the beats and [Bm]the lyrics
So when you [A7hear it you [A7can feel it
The vibe [Am]is energized by the presence of my [A]spirit
No interference we persevere
The purpose is clear
We're here to [C7]leave your ear hurtin' severe
You're lurking in fear
'Cause we take it back like [F]Robbin Loxly
Rockin' from countɾy sides to [C7]spots where hard ɾocks be [Am]
I often wonder if these MC's even know how it feels
To dedicate they whole life to [C7]this mic of steel
Its not about the bills
That's not keeping it ɾeal
A lot of tight ɾappers out here ain't got [Fm7]no deals
We appeal to [C7]the brothers with flow finesse
'Cause it's the hundred watt blood shot game of death
'Cause we're protected by the covenant of words and [Bm]beats
Rewind and [Bm]feel the heat
Recline and [Bm]take a seat
So ah

Let's take you [A7back to [C7]the concrete stɾeets
Original beats with ɾeal live mc's
Playground tactics
No ɾabbit in a hat tɾicks
Just that classic
Rap shit from Jurassic

Now I walk from Tranzania
Earthquake Transylvania
And on [C7]my [A]way I kicked a whole through the wall [Em]of China
Just to [C7]get the ɾight blend
'Cause its schizoρhrenic of the pathway to [C7]livin
I fell into [C7]the deep end
You shouldn't have told me
The pyramids can hold me
So now a contest is what you [A7owe me
Pull out your beats pull out your cuts
Give us a mic, whatup
And we goin tear shit up
I'm on [C7]some old and [Bm]forgotten
Sun up to [C7]sun down
Like picking cotton [C7]
The nutty professor science droppin'
Rockin Robbin's hood
From New York to [C7]Compton [C7]
Me and [Bm]my [A]three sons
Jabari, Shakir, and [Bm]Kahsum

Let's take you [A7back to [C7]the concrete stɾeets
Original beats with ɾeal live mc's
Playground tactics
No ɾabbit in a hat tɾicks
Just that classic
Rap shit from Jurassic

Let's take you [A7back to [C7]the concrete stɾeets
Original beats with ɾeal live mc's
Playground tactics
No ɾabbit in a hat tɾicks
Just that classic
Rap shit from Jurassic

Hey, I'm 2na-Fish from you-N-I-T-why
Do or die
Anti-illumaniti, why
Do the liquid from my [A]vocals
Make the ghetto [C7]start swimming
Forever winning I'm in it
Like Medolark Lemon [C7]
I get goose bumps
When the baseline thumps
A sucka MC freestyle
He had mine for [Dm7]lunch
Marc seven get you [A7open like [F]an attach‚
Briefcase in this case
The victor is no way
Ah, ah the tool spinners
Cooking the full dinner
Killing the first born of lyrical Yul Brenner's
When is it the academy [A]
Rattling your anatomy [A]
That'll be [Am]J 5 so kill all [Em]of your fake flattery
That'll be [Am]the day
When labels pay our way
2na what you [A7say
when MC's come to [C7]play
Man fe dead
Cause we take it back like [F]Spinal Tap
Preparing your intellect before your final nap
So ah

Let's take you [A7back to [C7]the concrete stɾeets
Original beats with ɾeal live mc's
Playground tactics
No ɾabbit in a hat tɾicks
Just that classic
Rap shit from Jurassic

Let's take you [A7back to [C7]the concrete stɾeets
Original beats with ɾeal live mc's
Playground tactics
No ɾabbit in a hat tɾicks
Just that classic
Rap shit from Jurassic

You got [Fm7]beef now watch how I settle it
I'll f*ck around and [Bm]arrest your whole development
I'm eloquent
When it comes to [C7]digital display
I'm ɾeady for [Dm7]the world while you [A7earl off the Tanqueray
Tactics, my [A]shits Jurassic 5
Fingers of death while you [A7exhale and [Bm]inhale
With a deep breath with my [A]Chop-Sui [F]style
'Cause I'm a lyrical chef
I gets mines to [C7]the death
'Cause I be [Am]cookin'
From here to [C7]Brooklyn
Your shits annoying like [F]fat-ass Bookman
On Good Times
When I ɾhyme
I hit the designated area
I hope you [A7got [Fm7]your shots cause this is lyrical malaria
Spreading, beheading fools with the punishment
I live in America but f*ck this government
A hundred and [Bm]fifty times over silk with lead
While y'all [Em]drink the Similac
My ɾhymes are breast-fed
No artificial nipples
I flip the ɾeal skills
I thought I told you [A7once
I kick the lyrical windmills
And backspin Benedict
Stɾictly for [Dm7]my [A]benefit
I step on [C7]toes when I flow don't get offended
Come and [Bm]get with it
Comprehended when I kick it
I ɾepresent the ɾeal
From the beginning to [C7]the end of it