Yea, yea, yea, yea, oh yea
It's the late night hype Mack B dog in the house
Chillin', like a big ol' pimp
Right about now at 3:01 in the mornin'
Everything else on is probably pretty faulty and repetitive

So if you're goin' through your radio
When you get down to that you know, far left hand side
To keep it tuned to Mack B dog 'cuz you know
I'm keepin' it extra, extra funky, know what I'm sayin'?

Concentration, concentration is the name
Keep the rhythm or you will be out the game

We bust shots like German lugers
On intruders, violate we activate the ill style shooters
So Lateef, wassup? Let your lyrics heat seek, all right
And yo, get on the mic and fuck the microphone technique
Check it out, here we go now

Look what we've got, Akil, Lateef and Mark 7 deliverin' the presences
J 5 Quannum, Zakir, Gab, Lyrics Born natural as the elements
I jump down and customize my lyrics to synchronize
And educate the young, dumb, deaf and blind

And drop a seed in they minds so they can open their eyes
Realize and recognize we livin' in the last times
I pull a spark of shining light out of the glorious fate
Create the lyric arsenals that verbal warriors make
Escape hell temporarily, merrily vibes carry me to heavenly states
Inevitably rockin' steadily

Yea, I represent the underground MC
Even though I move around I'm still down with MC's
Now pound for pound I go the round I is down, as you see
I'm from the group, jayou, the J 5 MC's, yea

Concentration, concentration is the name
Keep the rhythm or you will be out the game

Oh god, it's so real, then yet it's surreal
Flowin' like soy milk, over sweetened cereal
Y'all melt, like toys built from cheap material
Reevaluate yourself, it ain't about the here and now

I hold it def for 6, blazed my way up out an orphanage
Assertive it, poetic scripts blast murderous
The earth shaker, I crack a nigga out his windbreaker
The verbalier, rhythmatic fly commentator

Yo, now if you stumble on a phonograph
To listen to the flavas that you got to have
With lyrics that be perfectly handcraft
All the way from the bay to L.A.

We're tryin' to give you all different points of view
To show you our poetic words that we use
From the MC's that you're bound to choose
All the way from the bay to L.A.

Concentration, concentration is the name
Keep the rhythm or you will be out the game

Look what we've got Akil, Lyrics Born, Zakir, Gift Of Gab
Lateef, Mark 7, Chali, Cut Chemist, Nu-Mark XL and DJ Shadow
The rhyme ambassador that mastered the ceremony
So passengers fasten up these average cats'll never catch up to us
Yeah I hot dog the ball behind the yes, yes, y'all
Fuck hangin' on the shore tryin' to ball

No, I don't jitterbug with lyrically idiotic litterbugs
They shit and bug the shit out of me eat 'em up for dinner so
We imburse to disperse, wish your last was your first bit
Consume the whole room and you wonder where the earth went
So I reduce the risk, spit words like a journalist
And burnin' it in unofficial mic tournaments

I'll play off night watchin' trife 'cuz we might utilize
The mic as a rightful for the eyes on the prize
So try to conduct yourself in a manner that's wise
Ain't that right? Right, right, true, right right, tell 'em why

We bust shots like German lugers on intruders
Violate, we activate the ill style shooters
J 5 Quannum kick it live
North with the South, civil war with the rhymes

We bust shots like German lugers on intruders
Violate, we activate the ill style shooters
J 5 Quannum kick it live
North with the south other crews flatline