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
[Chorus: repeat 2X] 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Now what you thought was old and out of date We brought it back alive and changed the shape We put it on wax for those who think that The 5 we energize has been extinct
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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
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