Jurassic crew
 What we 'bout to do
 Brothers have no clue
 3 - 4 tear down the door & give the party people what they came here for

 My pleasure principle from the streets of south central
 Ghetto hip-hop non-stop fundamentals
 Urban curve servin vocabulary surgeon
 Rebel with the turban & street corner sermon
 I keep it workin for certain closed curtain
 Renegade rider for truth when I'm dispursin
 That body rock movement ghetto baby music
 We heat the ghetto with the inner-city coolness
 Who's this?

 Slicing the rhyme to square bits
 Burning through open skin
 Like newly prepared grits
 It's tuna fish
 I'm bringing the bad news
 And changin yo bad views
 If you thinkin that cash rules - oooh
 Puff a nickle
 Blow words like snot speckles
 When shots echo some duck and hide
 Like doc jeckle, like Don Wrickles
 I'm kickin lines that stop heckles
 Correctin all who think dem bumbaclot special

 I've got my mind on my money for those that comprehend
 And money on whatever I think I look fresh in
 Question is he steppin authentic
 Controller of the pen and frankin scented lieutenant
 Spit it yo despite you critics comments
 Knowin it ain't a hotter verse than Zaakir Mohammed
 Whatever last or first or bottom or top [
 Now is it stop hip hop or hip hop don't stop

 You need to protect ya neck
 You da kinda brotha that be chasin checks
 Me and my crew crash through and get nuff respect
 Basic Beck drinkers
 I'm beyond the average thinker
 Break an MC down like my name was Dr. shrinker
 Passion pink Mc's wearing mink MC's
 On the brink Mc's you need to think Mc's
 About to sink Mc's don't even speak Mc's
 Cause half the shit you kickin sounding
 Weak Mc's

 Chorus

 I'm razor sharp with mine
 Sunset till sun
 I admit I used to bite people shit when I was young
 Back in 83 before my rhyme was preferred
 Now my connection with the word is superb primo my "AC" 310
 The first confidential inscribe my initial
 The Z double aki and r submerge and submarine words
 And near and far cause I'm too hot to handle to cold to freeze
 And I'ma dis any nigga that sound like me

 Breeze through the trees
 Feel the flavor at ease
 Degrees of melodies typewriter mc's
 Stay on they Q's & P's
 With in my vicinity
 Department of correctional rhyme ability
 Keep the biters on lock
 Rock no silk but still shock
 Rhyme around the clock

 From dawn to dusk
 My raps is mac trucks
 You smucks is outta luck
 I'm ready to run a muck
 Slicing the rhyme to square bits
 Burning through open skin
 Like newly prepared grits
 It's tuna fish
 I'm bringing the bad news
 And changin' yo bad views
 If you thinkin that cash rules - oooh
 Puff a nickle
 Blow words like snot speckles
 When shots echo some duck and hide
 Like doc, jeckle, like Don Wrickles
 I'm kickin lines that stop heckles
 Correctin all who think dem bumbaclot special

 You'll get bruised kid
 Ghetto blues you'll never refuse shit
 Shows good lynchin emcees like rosewood
 I'm shrinkin you rap characters
 Into dye cast miniatures
 I'll blast ten of yours
 While my rhymes harass senators
 Through T.V. monitors
 Brains in glass dinner jars verbal vinegar
 For you biters down at the salad bar
 The comrade that's makin' yo mom mad
 I'm feelin a calm glad from burnin this bomb bag