Origineel
One, two, Jurassic Crew
What we bout to do, brothers have no clue
Three, four, tear down the door
And give the party people what they came here for, ahh
One, two, Jurassic Crew
What we bout to do, brothers have no clue
Three, four, tear down the door
And give the party people what they came here for
[Akil]
Yo, my pleasure principle from the streets of South Central
Ghetto hip-hop, nonstop fundamental
Urban curb servin', vocabulary surging
Rebel with the turban and the street corner sermon
I keep it working for certain, close curtains
Renegade bought up a troop when I'm dispursing
That body rock moving, ghetto baby music
We eat together with the inner city coolness
[Chali 2na]
Yo (Who's this?) Slicing a rhyme in square bits
Burning through open skin like newly prepared grits
It's 2na Fish, I'm bringing the bad news
And changing your bathroom if you thinking that cash rules
Oooh, pumpernickle blow words like snot speckles
When shots echo, some duck and hide like Doc Jeckyl
Like Don Rickles, I'm kicking rhymes that stop heckles
Correcting all them bumbaclot specials
[Zaakir]
Yeah, I got my mind on my money for those that comprehend
And my money on whatever I think I look fresh in
Questions, is he stepping authentic?
Controller of the panic, break a senate lieutenant
Spit it, yo, despite your critic comments
Knowing it ain't a hotter verse than Zaakir Mohammed
Whether last or first, or bottom or top
Now is it "Stop hip-hop" or "Hip-hop don't stop?"
[Marc 7even]
You need to protect your neck
You the kind of brother who be chasing checks
Me and my crew crash through and get nuff respect
Basic bet takers I'm beyond your average thinker
Break and MC down, like my name was Dr. Shrinker
Passion fake MC's, wearing mink MC's
On-the-brink MC's, you need to think MC's
Bout to sink MC's, don't even speak MC's
Cause half the shit you kicking sounding weak MC's
Yo, it goes one, two, Jurassic Crew
What we bout to do, brothers have no clue
Three, four, tear down the door
And give the party people what they came here for, ahh
One, two, Jurassic Crew
What we bout to do, brothers have no clue
Three, four, tear down the door
And give the party people what they came here for
[Zaakir]
I razor sharp with mindset, sunset til sun
And I admit, I used to bite people's shit when I was young
Back in 83rd, before my style was preferred
Now my connectionw with the word is preferred
Primo, my AC, 310
The first confidential, inscribed my initial
The Z double A K-I and R
Submerge in submarine words near and far
Cause I'm too hot to handle, too cold to freeze
And I'm a diss any nigga that sounds like me
[Akil]
Yo yo, breeze through the trees, feel the flavor at ease
Degrees of melodies, typewriter MC's
They on their Q's and P's withing my vicinity
Department of Correctional Rhyme Ability
Keep the biters on lock, rock no silk
Still shock, rhyme around the clock
[Marc 7even]
]From dawn to dusk, my raps is Mack Truck
You schmucks is out of luck, I'm ready to run amuck
[Akil]
Ayo I'm lampin, I'm lampin, I'm cold stone lampin
High pitch, beat drumsticks like Lionel Hampton
The champion, fly shit, the anthem
5'11" with dark skin and tantrum
Handsome never, not even as a kid
The girls used to say "Oh his nose is too big"
[Chali 2na]
Yo, you'll get bruised, kid, ghetto blues, you'll never refuse shit
The show's good, pinching MC's like rosewood
I'm shrinking you rap characters into die-cast minitures
I'll blast ten of you while my rhymes while my rhymes harass senators
Through TV monitors, brains and glass dinner jaws
Verbal vinegar for you biters down at the salad bar
The combat that's making your mom mad
I'm feeling a congrat for burning his mom bad
One, two, Jurassic Crew
What we bout to do, brothers have no clue
Three, four, tear down the door
And give the party people what they came here for, ahhh
One, two, Jurassic Crew
What we bout to do, brothers have no clue
Three, four, tear down the door
And give the party people what they came here for
Vertaling
Een, twee, Jurassic Crew
Wat we gaan doen, broeders hebben geen idee
Drie, vier, breek de deur af
En geef de feestgangers waar ze voor gekomen zijn, ahh
Een, twee, Jurassic Crew
Wat we gaan doen, broeders hebben geen idee.
Drie, vier, breek de deur af
En geef de feestgangers waarvoor ze hier gekomen zijn
[Akil]
Yo, my pleasure principle from the streets of South Central
Ghetto hip-hop, non-stop fundamenteel
Urban curb servin', vocabulary surging
Rebel with the turban and the street corner sermon
I keep it working for certain, close curtains
Renegade bought up a troop when I'm dispursing
That body rock moving, ghetto baby music
We eat together with the inner city coolness
[Chali 2na]
Yo (Wie is dit?) Slicing a rhyme in square bits
Burning through open skin like newly prepared grits
Het is 2na Fish, Ik breng het slechte nieuws
En verander je badkamer als je denkt dat geld de regels zijn
Oooh, pumpernickle blazen woorden als snot spikkels
Als de schoten weerkaatsen, bukken sommigen en verstoppen zich als Doc Jeckyl
Net als Don Rickles, schop ik rijmpjes die de hoon stoppen
Correcting all them bumbaclot specials
[Zaakir]
Yeah, I got my mind on my money for those that comprehend
En mijn geld op wat ik denk dat ik er fris uitzie
Vragen, is hij het stappen authentiek?
Controleur van de paniek, breken een senaat luitenant
Spit it, yo, despite your critic comments
Wetende dat er geen betere vers is dan Zaakir Mohammed
Of laatste of eerste, of onder of boven
Is het nu "Stop hip-hop" of "Hip-hop stopt niet?"
[Marc 7even]
Je moet je nek beschermen.
Jij bent het soort broeder die op cheques jaagt
Ik en mijn groep komen door en krijgen nu genoeg respect
Basic bet takers I'm beyond your average thinker
Break and MC down, like my name was Dr. Shrinker
Passie valse MC's, dragen nerts MC's
On-the-brink MC's, you need to think MC's
Klaar om te zinken MC's, zelfs niet spreken MC's
Cause half the shit you kicking sounding weak MC's
Yo, het gaat een, twee, Jurassic Crew
What we bout to do, brothers have no clue
Drie, vier, trap de deur in
En geef de feestgangers waarvoor ze hier kwamen, ahh
Een, twee, Jurassic Crew
What we bout to do, brothers have no clue
Drie, vier, breek de deur af
And give the party people what they came here for
[Zaakir]
Ik ben vlijmscherp met mijn gedachten, van zonsondergang tot zonsopgang.
En ik geef toe, dat ik in mensen hun stront beet toen ik jong was.
In mijn 83e, voordat mijn stijl de voorkeur kreeg.
Nu heeft mijn connectie met het woord de voorkeur
Primo, mijn AC, 310
De eerste vertrouwelijke, gegraveerd mijn initiaal
De Z dubbele A K-I en R
Dompel onder in onderzeese woorden dichtbij en veraf
Want ik ben te heet om te hanteren, te koud om te bevriezen
And I'm a diss any nigga that sounds like me
[Akil]
Yo yo, breeze through the trees, feel the flavor at ease
Graden van melodieën, typemachine MC's
They on their Q's and P's withing my vicinity
Department of Correctional Rhyme Ability
Houd de bijters op slot, rock geen zijde
Still shock, rhyme around the clock
[Marc 7even]
[Van zonsopgang tot zonsondergang, mijn raps is Mack Truck
U schmucks is out of luck, I'm ready to run amuck
[Akil]
Ayo I'm lampin, I'm lampin, I'm cold stone lampin
High pitch, beat drumsticks like Lionel Hampton
The champion, fly shit, the anthem
5'11" met donkere huid en driftbuien
Knap nooit, zelfs niet als kind
De meisjes zeiden altijd "Oh zijn neus is te groot"
[Chali 2na]
Yo, you'll get bruised, kid, ghetto blues, you'll never refuse shit
The show's good, pinching MC's like rosewood
Ik krimp jullie rap karakters in die-cast minituren
Ik zal tien van jullie opblazen terwijl mijn rijm senatoren lastigvalt
Door tv-monitors, hersenen en glazen eetkaken
Verbale azijn voor jullie bijters beneden bij de salade bar
Het gevecht dat je moeder boos maakt
Ik voel een congrat voor het verbranden van zijn moeder slecht
Een, twee, Jurassic Crew
What we bout to do, brothers have no clue
Drie, vier, trap de deur in
And give the party people what they came here for, ahhh
One, two, Jurassic Crew
What we bout to do, brothers have no clue
Drie, vier, breek de deur af
And give the party people what they came here for