Cut Chemist - Concrete Schoolyard lyrics

[Intro] We were sitting out on a step, you know [Verse 1] Now I'm a say this one time boy and that's my word We rockin shots and not fire through the Hindenburg The contribution is clear You add water to bone And get the Jura**ic 5 on the microphone Now if you like the tone And how the harmony's done And the s**a 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 sh** 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 Robin Loxley 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 d**h Cause we're protected by the covenant of words and beats Rewind and feel the heat Recline and take a seat So ah... [Hook:] Let's take it back to the concrete streets Original beats from real live mc's Playground tactics No rabbit in a hat tricks Just that cla**ic Rap sh** from Jura**ic Let's take it back to the concrete streets Original beats from real live mc's Playground tactics No rabbit in a hat tricks Just that cla**ic Rap sh** from Jura**ic [Verse 2] 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 sh** 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 [Hook:] Let's take it back to the concrete streets Original beats from real live mc's Playground tactics No rabbit in a hat tricks Just that cla**ic Rap sh** from Jura**ic Let's take it back to the concrete streets Original beats from real live mc's Playground tactics No rabbit in a hat tricks Just that cla**ic Rap sh** from Jura**ic [Verse 3] Hey, I'm 2na-Fish from U-N-I-T-Y Do or die Anti-illuminati, 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 s**a 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 k**ing the first born of lyrical Yul Brenner's When is it the academy Rattling your anatomy That'll be J 5 so k** 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... [Hook:] Let's take it back to the concrete streets Original beats from real live mc's Playground tactics No rabbit in a hat tricks Just that cla**ic Rap sh** from Jura**ic Let's take it back to the concrete streets Original beats from real live mc's Playground tactics No rabbit in a hat tricks Just that cla**ic Rap sh** from Jura**ic [Verse 4] You got beef now watch how I settle it I'll f** 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 sh**s Jura**ic 5 Fingers of d**h 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 d**h Cause I be cookin From here to Brooklyn Your sh**s annoying like fat-a** 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 f** this government A hundred and fifty times over silk with lead While y'all drink the Similac My rhymes are breast-fed No artificial nipples I flip the real sk**s 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