Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Influence, artist - Jurassic 5. Date of issue: 31.12.1999
Song language: English
The Influence |
| Yo, I create off drum drops and ate away blacktops |
| Grab the mic so you don’t react |
| The double X Polo shirt with the hat to match |
| In fact, we verbally vibrate your track |
| Then crush your confidence like plastic condiments |
| Build you up to break you down like forgotten monuments |
| The question is this: will they return with the hot shit? |
| Or keep it on the low flow |
| Yo, and for you confused bastards, Tuna the blues master |
| Quick to grib the mic, crews fast and soundclashing |
| Critical mass, pinnacle blast have been deflected |
| Hypodermic vocals I flash get you infected |
| I don’t sip on brew, so this Bud’s for you |
| Speak when spoken to whenever you come through |
| My vibes fill you, Internal Revenue |
| You rhyme prostitute for little or no loot |
| Cause a lotta these kids think that commercial |
| Is rocking fly suits and jewelry |
| But we can rock shows with no rehearsal |
| With the Rebels of Rhythm and Unity |
| Yeah, cause I’m nice, smooth, hard as a bone |
| Since I pick up the microphone I’m hotter than brimstone |
| The razor sharp crossbow accurate |
| We drop the multiverbal miligram suppliment |
| Plus in bed, theological word advance |
| Been Too Legit To Quit before the Hammer pants |
| The parent to the pen converts words to song |
| Stay blacker than the New Year Harlem Renaissance |
| No comp, we paint a darker picture, in your sector |
| Perfect verbal architecture, sparking lectures |
| Lyrics infectious, fuck your Lexus |
| If you ain’t giving God your praise then it’s useless |
| Like when MC’s try to make hits and them shits flop |
| Running races like they was Penelope Pitstop |
| Develop these hits rock bottem, the disk jock got 'em |
| Souped up, but his rhyme is beating his loops up Like dah dah (dah dah) |
| Bah dee dee dee dah dah (Dah dee dee dee dah dah) |
| Bah dah dah dah dee dee dee dee dah dah |
| I can see clearly now, top of the pile with my style |
| Check the profile, it shifts like sundial |
| Crisp like young smiles, we rip and run wild |
| Intent to rock crowds, some bite like rottwilds |
| Your game is disconnected, misdirected |
| Disrespected, when we come in, expect some next shit |
| The J-U-R-A, classical forte |
| Get low down &dirty like the inner? |
| Moray? |
| My heart pump the rhythm of the militant street life |
| Soldier of composure up under the street light |
| The coat style, prototype, professional |
| Media light shine bright, now kill all the |
| Bullshit, cheap talk and lip service |
| Jealousy and envy and undertone cursed in your verses |
| Serve the purpose of a nigga living nervous |
| Unsure and uncertain but about to short circuit |
| Like dah dah (dah dah) |
| Bah dee dee dee dah dah (Bah dee dee dee dah dah) |
| Bah dah dah dah dee dee dee dee dah dah (Repeat 2x) |
| Ayo my gift of gab should be sold in bags |
| Boost up the price tag, make a wack rapper mad |
| Rely on my right side, securing our tape tight |
| Tasty tangibles to your mandible and clavicle |
| Yo, easily 2na be, cleverly swelling my treasury |
| Vocal pedigree for you critics who try to measure me But easily I’m about to run you down my resume |
| Had a bundle of struggle from birth to my present day |
| Yo, your love don’t compute, perhaps you need a boost |
| A magical flute, some nose candy to toot |
| Before you get loose, express and tear the roof |
| You claim you got the juice, but you lame and out the loop |
| So I associated myself with fossilized figures |
| Crack the summer sizzler, hit the real live niggas |
| My influence is gunshots and trauma units |
| Street trends, with material word friends |
| Like dah dah (dah dah) |
| Bah dee dee dee dah dah (Bah dee dee dee dah dah) |
| Bah dah dah dah dee dee dee dee dah dah (Repeat 2x) |