Jurassic 5 - Concentration Lyrics
Yea yea yea yea, oh yeaIts the late night hype mack b dog in the houseChillin, like a big ol pimpRight about now, at 3:01 in the morningEverything else on is probably pretty faulty and repetitiveSo if youre goin through your radioWhen you get down to that, you know, far left hand sideKeep it tuned to mack b dog, cuz you knowIm keepin it extra extra funkyKnow what Im sayin?[chorus]Concentration, concentration is the nameKeep the rhythmOr you will be out the gameWe bust shots like german lugersOn intrudersViolate we activate the ill-style shootersSo lateef [wassup? ]Let your lyrics heat-seek [all right]And yo, get on the mic and ***** the microphone technique [here we go now]Look what weve gotAkil, lateef and mark 7 deliverin the presencesJ 5 quannumZakir, gab, lyrics born natural as the elementsI jump down and customizeMy lyrics to synchronizeAnd educate the young, dumb, deaf, and blindAnd drop a seed in they minds, so they can open their eyesRealize and recognize we livin in the last timesI pull a spark of shining light out of the glorious fateCreate the lyric arsenals that verbal warriors makeEscape hell temporarilyMerrily vibes carry me to heavenly statesInevitably rockin steadilyYea, I represent the underground mcEven though I move around Im still down with mcsNow pound for pound I go the roundI is down, as you see (? ? ? )Im from the group, jayou, the j 5 mcs, yea[chorus]Oh god, its so re-al, and then ya, its ser-i-alFlowin, like soy milk, over sweetened cer-e-alYall melt, like toys built from cheap materialReevaluate yourself, it aint about the here and nowI hold it def for 6Blazed my way up out an orphanageAssertive it, poetic scripts blast murderousThe earth shaker, I crack a nigga out his windbreakerThe verbalier, rhythmatic fly commentatorYo, now if you stumble on a phonographTo listen to the flavas that you got to haveWith lyrics that be perfectly handcraftAll the way from the bay to l.a.Were tryin to give you all different points of viewTo show you our poetic words that we useFrom the mcs that youre bound to chooseAll the way from the bay to l.a.[scratching][chorus]Look what weve gotAkil, lyrics born, zakir, gift of gabLateef, mark 7, chali, cut chemist, nu-markXl, and dj-shadowThe rhyme ambassador that mastered the ceremonySo passengers fasten up these average catsll never catch upYeah I hot dog the ball behind the yes yes yall***** hanging on the shore trying to ball ? ? ? ?No, I dont jitterbug with lyrically idiotic litterbugsThey shit and bug the shit out of me eat em up for dinner soWe imburse to disperse, wish your last was your first bitConsume the whole room and you wonder where the earth wentSo I reduce the riskSpit words like a journalistAnd burnin it in unofficial mic tournamentsIll play off night watchin trife cuz we might utilizeThe mic as a rightful for the eyes on the prize (? ? ? )So try to conduct yourself in a manner thats wiseAint that right? right right, true, right rightTell em whyWe bust shots like german lugersOn intrudersViolate we activate the ill-style shootersJ 5 quannum kick it liveOrth with the south, civil war with the rhymesWe bust shots like german lugersOn intrudersViolate we activate the ill-style shootersJ 5 quannum kick it liveNorth with the south other crews flatline
