Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song A Day At The Races, artist - Jurassic 5. Album song Power In Numbers, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Interscope Geffen (A&M), Universal Music
Song language: English
A Day At The Races |
Read it in bold print, we holdin it down |
Lick a shot, hip-hop when we in yo’town |
Uhh, master blaster sound |
Freak the future far from here and now |
With style, release increase the peace, uhh |
Bubble with the beat 'til they feelin the heat in the streets |
Now each one, teach one, reach one, young gun |
On one, listen to the warrior’s drum |
Beatin up the block with the ghetto hop that knock |
and make you wanna crash the spot |
And unlock explode (BOOM) the alpha and omega code |
With drum rolls and old soul, we uphold |
And foretold to scores of six years ago |
Fast flow from G. Rap to Kool Moe |
Supasyllable, major to the minimal |
Every individual, bounce to the tempo yo Lungs collapse and raps be trapped in The only way to make it happen, jaw-jappin, fast rappin |
Yo, I’m the hot dog that run the hottest monologue |
In star poetic inserts and yes y’all s My speech is like holding two glocks apiece |
The outreach that rock police |
The super adventure men portend to put somethin in bitches |
Win when we write, the Emmy winner get hyped, off any printer |
And I came to get it (HIT IT) |
Like Operation PUSH, operate the tush |
Black octopus of soul, in inter-planetary patrol |
I planted my gold, and low and behold |
It’s the brother doc, ready to rock-rock |
Don’t stop Hobbes, I known like the lumberjack chop chop |
The wordsmith, I write in block letters of cursive |
Curse my circus, serve this surface |
And watch how the brother fet over |
The fly Cassanova with the frankencense odor |
Bear witness |
To where riches’ll make career bitches share pictures |
When the ears get this ya brainses software’ll glitches |
Splatter your brains |
Leave scattered remains of matter and stains |
That’ll explain how you was battled and slain |
I get rude and go, to your show and use a row |
of fans to BOO and throw you off 'til you lose your flow |
A pro mean like Joe Greene when I blow theme |
Put your whole team on pause like cold cream |
Then show laughter when I flow faster, your hoe haveta |
go after her weave from the breeze when I blow past ya |
I’m dapper plus ghetto and just pedal |
When the dust settles we left in the rubble the crushed metal |
Nurses with hearses sealin conversed with lit purses |
Spit fire, make you first to bit, try me Like Osama, odoma', I’ma cause trauma |
And homicides when I collide I get kamikaze |
Kane baby, walk hard, the p-jects |
On streets of Brooklyn I’m a crew of D-cepts |
On streets of L.A. I’m a whole E-set |
On tracks with Jurassic I be the T-Rex |
Still that Gucci dressin, still that coochie pressin |
My pimp game smooth be-gets 'em |
I don’t use discretion; |
cop tends to be stressin |
Fuck explainin it, who’s he testin? |
Finsta perform all physical forms |
Leave your ass shakin like a Mystikal song |
Please Dumb, what type of shit was you on? |
Cause man to compress a nigga mean One less a nigga (uh-huh) |
All I want is my niggaz all recruitin a slimmy |
All I want is my liver all polluted with Remi |
Duel with any, bring it, I face-off |
Son you out your league like Jordan was with baseball |
Yeahhh, your majesty, word flash photography |
Third class economy, blade slashed your artery |
Nerve gassed anatomy, blurred past dramatically |
Herbs hashed, my word splash packed agility |
Never predictability |
Manouvers of mind fully designed cause I’m true to the rhyme |
We do the sublime, crackin yo’backbone |
Attackin you wack clones |
Vernacular right and exact, capital rap zone |
that come back verbal assault rifle (ahhhhh) |
We fight like Stokely Carmichael |
Nope! |
We just like you |
We broke and ain’t no tellin what we might do Ain’t no joke |
Provoke the right to reverse to seek mercy |
with the King Asiatic and Percy P Ain’t heard the worst of me, until your chest 3-D |
Spit venom and burn your body like a STD |
Put a 20 on the next brother steppin to me wrong |
I mess around a lick cause you done cheat on my theme song |
This might seem wrong, but this is a mean song |
Crushed like King-Kong, and just like ping-pong |
Back and forth, I spit knowl’and toss, it’s time to floss |
My verbal affirmation is to always go off |
When syllables slide you’ll be enjoyin the vibe |
When consider it pride, it’s J5 |
When another deadly medley, camera action yo we heavy |
Aim steady slash machette Mazeratti engine ready |
Good and plenty don’t be petty count the fetti and we jetti |
OFF to another city where we do our nitty grity |
We wild like Serengeti, tear it down let’s seek and set it Get ready, for the ride, verbally hand-glide |
Write and stay tight, mission’s in sight |
Murderer worldwide the stage is yo’knife |