(All)   J-U-R-A-S-S-I-C-F-I-V-E      (Chali 2-na)   He who is without sin   Cast the first stone   Blast the verse   No matter the class   I'm vers'tile   Kickin' it for you hipocritic berzerk ohms   I'm hopin' at worst   Hopin' the words that touch home   And clutch domes   Ya' think   Electrical sockets and wet feet   How you infinitely get sleep   The minute we get deep   Ladies and 'gents peep   One hundred percent heat   Up undersea mistreats   Now I'll leave you mince meat   Yes I'm from UNITY   My last name sits in the middle of opportunity (Huh)   With two-laid plans and new-made fans   My crew raid lands and punch like the Kool-Aid Man      Chorus:   (All)   It was a long road to glory   (All)   Battle for territory   Just to be called the masters of the ceremony   Marathon   Decathalon   Word-play   Mega-bomb   Metabolism   With the rhythm   Keep it goin' on   (2X)      (Soup)   The epitomy   Five-hundred thousand so convincingly   Street ministry   J-5th-a-tune infantry   Finna be   About to be   The best kept commodity   Twelve incher LP   We're representin' properly   Now possibly the knock could be   That old school philosophy   That if it doesn't rock a beat   It's not considered property   Remember me   Remember us   Ice Cold   Cold Crush   1920 Gold Rush   Rollin' up   Hold up!   Now aint no need   For you to be surprised   When we impliment and improvise   With each and every verse that I   Get busy with   Lacing it with murder talk   Turn a 'sault   Tom-A-Hawk   Razor sharp   Tribal walk      (All)   Fresh gear   We're makin' our beds   And we're doin' lots of things   That we never did   We went to Paris in the spring-time   Bahamas in the fall   We thank Alla   We're doin' it all      Chorus      (Marc-7even)   Pick a paragraph and phrase it   Mentally you save it   Kick it to the world and   Suddenly they crave it   Thats the way it is   In this verbal warfare   Workin' hard for the love   But there aint no wars here   Years been puttin'   On a play with your foot in   Cause you'll be comin' back   Like the brother Dwight Gooden   Seven's back again   Slappin' men and askin' them   If they really wanna fuck wit' the style we tappin' in      (Akil)   Hey yo, I just couldn't wait   To grab a piece of my own cake   So I can elevate   And hold my own weight   My mind state be the ghetto   Street corner heavy metal   Black like the pot and tea kettle   My street credibility   Minus negativity   Multiplied energy   What attends a few   Ability sililoque   Of a real MC   Tastin' the grammar   J5 slamma jamma      Chorus      (OH) (Here we go)   Metabolism with the rhythm   Keep it goin' on      (scratching)   Marathon   Decathalon   Word-play   Mega-bomb      (OH) (Here we go)   Metabolism with the rhythm   Keep it goin' on      (scratching)   Marathon   Decathalon   Word-play   Mega-bomb