[00:00.00] 作词 : Givens, Henderson, Macfadden ...
[00:16.30]One, two, Jurassic Crew
[00:18.42]What we bout to do, brothers have no clue
[00:20.79]Three, four, tear down the door
[00:23.35]And give the party people what they came here for, ahh
[00:26.78]One, two, Jurassic Crew
[00:27.85]What we bout to do, brothers have no clue
[00:31.27]Three, four, tear down the door
[00:33.65]And give the party people what they came here for
[00:36.21]Yo, my pleasure principle from the streets of South Central
[00:38.20]Ghetto hip-hop, nonstop fundamental
[00:41.26]Urban curb servin', vocabulary surging
[00:44.13]Rebel with the turban and the street corner sermon
[00:46.88]I keep it working for certain, close curtains
[00:49.18]Renegade bought up a troop when I'm dispursing
[00:51.80]That body rock moving, ghetto baby music
[00:54.49]We eat together with the inner city coolness
[00:57.06]Yo （Who's this?） Slicing a rhyme in square bits
[00:59.61]Burning through open skin like newly prepared grits
[01:02.10]It's 2na Fish, I'm bringing the bad news
[01:04.73]And changing your bathroom if you thinking that cash rules
[01:07.03]Oooh, pumpernickle blow words like snot speckles
[01:09.91]When shots echo, some duck and hide like Doc Jeckyl
[01:12.21]Like Don Rickles, I'm kicking rhymes that stop heckles
[01:14.77]Correcting all them bumbaclot specials
[01:15.95]Yeah, I got my mind on my money for those that comprehend
[01:19.52]And my money on whatever I think I look fresh in
[01:22.44]Questions, is he stepping authentic?
[01:24.13]Controller of the panic, break a senate lieutenant
[01:27.88]Spit it, yo, despite your critic comments
[01:29.56]Knowing it ain't a hotter verse than Zaakir Mohammed
[01:32.56]Whether last or first, or bottom or top
[01:35.36]Now is it ＂Stop hip-hop＂ or ＂Hip-hop don't stop?＂
[01:38.30]You need to protect your neck
[01:39.54]You the kind of brother who be chasing checks
[01:41.16]Me and my crew crash through and get nuff respect
[01:44.54]Basic bet takers I'm beyond your average thinker
[01:46.03]Break and MC down, like my name was Dr. Shrinker
[01:48.34]Passion fake MC's, wearing mink MC's
[01:49.84]On-the-brink MC's, you need to think MC's
[01:52.27]
[01:53.58]Bout to sink MC's, don't even speak MC's
[01:56.02]Cause half the shit you kicking sounding weak MC's
[01:58.76]One, two, Jurassic Crew
[02:01.58]What we bout to do, brothers have no clue
[02:04.02]Three, four, tear down the door
[02:06.63]And give the party people what they came here for, ahh
[02:09.81]One, two, Jurassic Crew
[02:12.12]What we bout to do, brothers have no clue
[02:14.37]Three, four, tear down the door
[02:16.93]And give the party people what they came here for
[02:19.61]I razor sharp with mindset, sunset til sun
[02:22.23]And I admit, I used to bite people's shit when I was young
[02:25.04]Back in 83rd, before my style was preferred
[02:26.84]Now my connectionw with the word is preferred
[02:29.22]Primo, my AC, 310
[02:32.53]The first confidential, inscribed my initial
[02:34.27]The Z double A K-I and R
[02:37.27]Submerge in submarine words near and far
[02:40.08]Cause I'm too hot to handle, too cold to freeze
[02:42.70]And I'm a diss any nigga that sounds like me
[02:44.69]Yo yo, breeze through the trees, feel the flavor at ease
[02:46.69]Degrees of melodies, typewriter MC's
[02:48.25]They on their Q's and P's withing my vicinity
[02:53.12]Department of Correctional Rhyme Ability
[02:55.75]Keep the biters on lock, rock no silk
[02:58.43]Still shock, rhyme around the clock
[03:00.93]From dawn to dusk, my raps is Mack Truck
[03:03.54]You schmucks is out of luck, I'm ready to run amuck
[03:06.10]Ayo I'm lampin, I'm lampin, I'm cold stone lampin
[03:08.54]High pitch, beat drumsticks like Lionel Hampton
[03:11.16]The champion, fly shit, the anthem
[03:13.27]5'11＂ with dark skin and tantrum
[03:16.40]Handsome never, not even as a kid
[03:18.95]The girls used to say ＂Oh his nose is too big＂
[03:22.02]Yo, you'll get bruised, kid, ghetto blues, you'll never refuse shit
[03:24.44]The show's good, pinching MC's like rosewood
[03:25.82]I'm shrinking you rap characters into die-cast minitures
[03:28.38]I'll blast ten of you while my rhymes while my rhymes harass senators
[03:32.57]Through TV monitors, brains and glass dinner jaws
[03:34.63]Verbal vinegar for you biters down at the salad bar
[03:37.44]The combat that's making your mom mad
[03:39.18]I'm feeling a congrat for burning his mom bad
[03:41.93]One, two, Jurassic Crew
[03:44.86]What we bout to do, brothers have no clue
[03:47.42]Three, four, tear down the door
[03:50.24]And give the party people what they came here for, ahh
[03:53.48]One, two, Jurassic Crew
[03:55.16]What we bout to do, brothers have no clue
[03:57.72]Three, four, tear down the door
[04:00.34]And give the party people what they came here for