We rockin shots and not fire through the Hindenburg
 The contribution is clear
 You add water to bone
 And get the Jurassic 5 on the microphone
 Now if you like the tone
 And how the harmony's done
 And the sucka mc's die before they've begun
 Well I'd like to know if
 You've got the notion
 Cause we're number one
 I'm not trying to say my style is better than yours
 I'm just on some other shit
 I'm all about the beats and the lyrics
 So when you hear it you can feel it
 The vibe is energized by the presence of my spirit
 No interference we persevere
 The purpose is clear
 We're here to leave your ear hurtin severe
 You're lurking in fear
 Cause we take it back like robbin loxly
 Rockin from country sides to spots where hard rocks be
 I often wonder if these MC's even know how it feels
 To dedicate they whole life to this mic of steel
 Its not about the bills
 That's not keeping it real
 A lot of tight rappers out here ain't got no deals
 We appeal to the brothers with flow finesse
 Cause it's the 100 watt blood shot game of death
 Cause we're protected by the covenant of words and beats
 Rewind and feel the heat
 Recline and take a seat
 So ah...

 Chorus:
 Let's take you back to the concrete streets
 Original beats with real live mc's
 Playground tactics
 No rabbit in a hat tricks
 Just that classic
 Rap shit from Jurassic

 2X

 Now I walk from Tranzania
 Earthquake Transalvania
 And on my way I kicked a whole through the wall of China
 Just to get the right blend
 Cause its schizophrenic of the pathway to livin
 I fell into the deep end
 You shouldn't have told me
 The pyramids can hold me
 So now a contest is what you owe me
 Pull out your beats pull out your cuts
 Give us a mic, whatup
 And we goin tear shit up
 I'm on some old and forgotten
 Sun up to sun down
 Like picking cotton
 The nutty professor science droppin
 Rockin Robbin's hood
 From New York to Compton
 Me and my three sons
 Jabari, Shakir, and Kahsum

 Chorus 2X

 Hey, I'm 2na-Fish from U-N-I-T-Y
 Do or die
 Anti-illumaniti, why
 Do the liquid from my vocals
 Make the ghetto start swimming
 Forever winning I'm in it
 Like Medolark Lemon
 I get goose bumps
 When the baseline thumps
 A sucka MC freestyle
 He had mine for lunch
 Marc 7even get you open like an attach?
 Briefcase in this case
 The victor is no way
 Ah, ah the tool spinners
 Cooking the full dinner
 Killing the first born of lyrical Yul Brenner's
 When is it the academy
 Rattling your anatomy
 That'll be J 5 so kill all of your fake flattery
 That'll be the day
 When labels pay our way
 2na what you say
 when MC's come to play
 Man fe dead
 Cause we take it back like Spinal Tap
 Preparing your intellect before your final nap
 So ah...

 Chorus 2X

 You got beef now watch how I settle it
 I'll fuck around and arrest your whole development
 I'm eloquent
 When it comes to digital display
 I'm ready for the world while you earl off the Tanqueray
 Tactics, my shits Jurassic 5
 Fingers of death while you exhale and inhale
 With a deep breath with my Chop-Sui style
 Cause I'm a lyrical chef
 I gets mines to the death
 Cause I be cookin
 From here to Brooklyn
 Your shits annoying like fat-ass Bookman
 On Good Times
 When I rhyme
 I hit the designated area
 I hope you got your shots cause this is lyrical malaria
 Spreading, beheading fools with the punishment
 I live in America but fuck this government
 A hundred and fifty times over silk with lead
 While y'all drink the similack
 My rhymes are breast-fed
 No artificial nipples
 I flip the real skills
 I thought I told you once
 I kick the lyrical windmills
 And backspin Benedict
 Strictly for my benefit
 I step on toes when I flow don't get offended
 Come and get with it
 Comprehended when I kick it
 I represent the real
 From the beginning to the end of it