Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Great Expectations, artist - Jurassic 5.
Date of issue: 31.12.1999
Song language: English
Great Expectations |
Uh, no doubt, it took ten years, for me to pressure cook my fears |
No my front line rhymes moving up from the rear |
My dream slash career appeared ever so clear |
Now I’m able to touch, smell, feel, speak, and hear |
My fans cheer, my time is finally here |
The past depart the present cause the future is near |
Anticipation, magnified my motivation |
Direct my energy to touch nations |
Been entertaining since niggas was really banging |
Dancning at the old folks parties, pancaking |
I’ve been waiting for my time to shine |
From Catholic school? |
John Mid? |
junior high |
From ??? |
to rocking at the Good Life |
We paid the price to keep rhyming and rip shit on the mic |
Yo, cause if you only knew what we been through |
The struggle and the pain to maintain and continue |
Expectations, on our committee Unified relations |
We Rebel our Rhythm through tribulations |
And treble and bass the situation with dedication |
Yo, go get your ticket, your seats snacks and beverages |
While we get wicked all in your brain cracks and crevaces |
Servicing bulletins to you critical puritans |
Who be shouting in my vicinity doubting my capability |
(Expect) no defeat, my whole fleet be scorching |
Keep across your vision blurred from heat distortion |
The proportions better that precaution |
While we shake the portion fakes are lost in, never flossing |
(The antidote for your mood) We sloppy dope and I’m hoping |
What I wrote get you open like a Fallopian tube |
In my crew we inclube brothers who worthy |
Rebels and DJ’s from LA, I’m from Chi |
He from Jersey, ever thirsty for success |
Plus never vexed, flipping for Allah cause he blessed us |
With the talent, to make Jurassic your next guest |
Rocking since the '84 Fresh Fest, yes |
Great expectations, on our committee Unified relations |
We Rebel our Rhythm through tribulations |
And treble and bass the situation with dedication (Repeat 2x) |
Ayo my story starts in the NJ state |
And gets deep like a movie Bruce and Demi make |
I moved to the land of sand and ill earthquakes |
I didn’t know this was the place I’d get my piece of the cake |
Or the piece of the pie, U-N-I-T-Y |
Every Thursday night at the Life we kept it tight |
That’s right, that’s where we dwelled and the rhythm rebelled |
We a blast from the past like the shotgun shells |
No a mocho males with raps about a beer |
(Our mission is to persevere) So haters play the rear |
We toured the stratosphere from here to London Square |
You swear you’re prepared to diss what we have here |
Indeed time ticks as rapid rhymes rip |
Earth and time split in time to find it’s |
Just another manic Monday, and one day |
We’ll shine, too, so my crew say |
Yo, whether you love to hate it, if it’s in or outdated |
If I’ve been overrated or maybe your most favorite |
You expect me still to write my verse on time |
And I expect you not to front when you hear my rhyme |
Don’t expect me to smile cause it’s in good taste |
I know cats that’s no mistake smiling in my face |
And don’t expect to try and guess if I’m mad or not |
Or if I’m cold or hot, you would know if not |
And don’t expect me to come and just bite my tongue |
It’s kind of hard to forget what some brothers have done |
But my mother always said you can forgive and forget |
And expect that most promises won’t be kept |
I guess I gave credit where it wasn’t deserved |
To brothers must have preferred to not keep their word |
The bigger the burden, the bigger the uncertain |
No explanation for my creation, great expectation |