Cut Chemist - In the Flesh lyrics

Artist: Jura**ic 5 Album: Jura**ic 5 EP Song: In the Flesh [Hook x2] Cause it's the J-U-R-A Capital S another S-I-C 5 MC's in the flesh Bound to catch wreck Hit the deck Cause we'll pop the trunk Plus the tape on your ca**ette I'm from the crew called Jura**ic Stretch like elastic Live and on plastic Step and get that a** kicked From here to there MC's beware I represent that real ghetto urban warfare Ah yeah What you say when you see me in your town Bucking off some rounds Of that underground sound You need to open your eyes Realize and recognize Throw your hands in the air lick a shot for J5 I'm all the way live I socialize with the wise Underprivileged spiritually deprived At times in the flesh Airwaves getting checked The vibe is energized by the way I spit my dialect I be the brain cell buster Old school style kicking hustler That'll rush ya like a wrestler Elliot Ness ya Bow to my pressure Step to J5 you're getting played like Fester I be the ever handy Hard like rock candy Down with Mork and Mandy Won't date Sandy brown eyes Tale of the physical trait Intoxicated by the bomb as I start to sedate Your mainframe All speaking on running this thang Five J's in the house and the styles to blame Hook x2 They call me 2-na As in Fish in sea Self efficiency That's my mission see Got me wishing we all Could've puffed a spliff first Shoot the giff first And 2-na Fish becomes a gift horse Look me in the mouth Tell me what you see No matter who I am I am you as you see me U is still Nity COM squared and sh** I was put here to see if you came prepared and sh** I'm red as sh** My head is split from every crazy Lazy kid we thought was chill They was Swayze Soon as they got a taste Of what the U-N-I was like Their eyes was like BLAM From the surprise and fright Now it's the vocal enhancement Vintage reigning rocks A hundred mines swing Dig a few chains of black gold Plus block the seven holes that froze A n***a soul and bust blood through his toes For acting like his sh** was mega heavy weight But he couldn't escape The way we wet him down like it was watergate Infiltrate flavor crack skull and stone Rip through the carca** spit blood and bone For all those Who feel their crews forever tight knitted When raps emitted Islamicly transmitted Is the brother a color Yes the color's darkly tinted No acts or gimmicks And when the bullets imprinted it's whipped It hibernates till it stretch the yellow tape For Mister Doc key is caliber career, yea With so many rhymes it can't a crew make me Rock for 32 times like John Wayne Ga**ey You need to put your hands together Cause J5 is in the house Because we're guaranteed to keep it live When we kick the party vibe We came to catch wreck We got the fossilized flavor For you fools who slept And plus we got you s**a crews in check Now come correct Nu-Mark Hit 'em with the perfect blend Cause it "don't stop rockin till I say when" [Hook x2]