Concrete And Clay Lyrics

Song Text:


Now I'ma say this once again open up your mind
Shot heard around the world
came from our fresh rhymes
The contribution to showbiz, mixed with
entertainment
Resurrected rhymes, not the same old same
Now if you like
what we came with
And you feel you can sang wit it
Peep the verbal
language and the way we arranged it
Now entertainment to make the people
applaud
I'm not trying to say my style is better than yours

I'm from
the graduating class of one-nine-eight-eight
L.A. Unified School M A H
A
gangbanger from the streets taught me how to break
In South Central L.A., ay
yo, can you relate?

I'm Chali 2na
The one who puff the buddha keep the
Snapple in the cooler
Used to go to junior high with Son Doola
Old skoola
- a permanent, element, in ya tournament
Tellin it prevalent never delicate
when we burnin it

Now from L.A. to the U.K. we attempt to rock a
party
The rhyme and the music you don't hear that no more hardly
I can say
it's partly, all our faults smarty
J5'll bring you more than the shakin of a
body

Ay yo a child is born but no state of mind
But when I first heard
it, put words to rhymes
I went from hypercars, to powder blue All-Stars
To
hangin on monkey bars catchin spiders in jelly jars

[Chorus: repeat
2X]
So uh, let's take it back to the concrete streets
Original beats
with real live MC's
Playground tactics, no rabbit-in-a-hat tricks
Just
that classic, rappin from Jurassic

I bring the noise plus the funk,
entertainin like a dunk
From a snotty-nosed prima donna millionaire
punk
But uh, I heard a hunch, that somebody might munch
Cause J5 go
together just like parties and spiked punch
Your crew's captain crunch, and
I'm the seven seas
Bombin on MC's, crushin crews with ease
Brother please
you know my steez is 100 degrees
With no era bring it live like the Trio of
Terror

Trio of Terror no mascara, at last your brass surpass
pleasure
We the last treasure set to entice the cash bearer
Mask wearers
who bite my reflection like glass mirrors
Be trash pickers who need to
consider the past clearer

Now what you thought was old and out of
date
We brought it back alive and changed the shape
We put it on wax for
those who think that
The 5 we energize has been
extinct

[Chorus]

We takin it back like battles in hallways
and bathrooms
And battles in the back of the classroom
And in the
bungalows game of death with flows
Lunchtime rhymes you had to prove and
show

Never the school type, couldn't pronounce the words right
The
class jester, I was flunkin every semester
The summer hit, had it burnin in
'86
Class cuttin and runnin wit all the neighborhood derelicts

Within
the concrete jungle (huh!) we remain humble
Akil and Akir, bounce, flip and
tumble
Uh, we never fumble, break down or stumble
Hot mumbo jumbo, just
bring it when we rumble

We push it like the Daytona
Fresh rhymes we
blaze on yas
Strictly from California old skool public diplomas
We spittin
from every corner we flippin it when we wanna
Beneath the concrete be street
word on ya

[Chorus]