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    Quality Control

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    Quality Control

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      Lyrics for Jurassic 5 - "Quality Control"

      Jurrasic 5 Together
      Hey yo my quality control, captivates your party patrol
      Your mind, body, and soul

      For whom the bell tolls, let the rhythm explode
      Big, bad, and bold B-boys of old
      Many styles we hold, let the story be told
      Whether platinum or gold, we use breath control
      So let the beat unfold, intro on drum roll
      We be the Lik like E, Tash, and J-Ro
      We harass niggas like we was the po-po
      We can rule the world without Kurtis and still Blow
      Finesse, from SP to Casio

      Your jams ain't def, you ain't fresh, you're so-so
      If you don't know us by now you'll never know
      You set that mood when we groove and prove a show
      The name of the game is survive and prove your flow
      You can't out take Jurassic syllable

      Cause it's survival of professional radio
      Stop and comprehend and heed the words of my pen
      Survival of professional poetical Highlanders

      (Soup, you plan on rocking something fierce?) Oh, am I
      Zaakir's the name, the A.K.A. super
      The verbal acupuncture from the dope old schooler
      I used to be the bubble for others that used to dumb on
      Now they be the lovers of brothers that can't front on
      Put me in the mix, LP 12-inch
      SP, the elegant, poetic pestilence
      I'm carbonated, the Fanti-confederated
      Highly commemorated, and the most celebrated
      For connecting it (Word!) Like verb subject to the predicate
      Plus I got the etiquette
      To keep it moving, and showing cats how it's done
      Cause it's the verbal combat, position number one

      [Mark 7even]
      We keep it beaming like a beacon, if it's clearance that you're seeking
      Whether black or Puerto Rican, people back us when we're speaking
      We got the kind of rhymes that get you ready for the weekend
      (To the mass amount of legions that came for party pleasing)
      Our temperature is freezing all kind of different regions
      The rhythm is the reason you're checking for what we've done
      Please son, our thesis, will rip your crew in pieces
      Your rhymes ain't right, homeboy, you ain't in season

      [Jurrasic 5]
      Hey yo my quality control, captivates your party patrol
      Your mind, body, and soul
      For whom the bell tolls, let the rhythm explode
      Big, bad, and bold B-boys of old

      [Charlie 2na]
      Yo, yo, well it's the angelic man-relic clan repellent
      My plan parent manuscripts withstand bullets
      Flashing like a Japan tourist, we command pure hits
      While you cramming to understand these contraband lyrics
      My fam submits to pray, 5 times a day
      Climbing into your mind with live rhyme display
      J5 finds a way to remain supreme
      Coming verbally Hardison as if my name was Kadeem

      Hey yo my team Dreamworks without Spielberg or spill words
      Communicate from the Earth throughout the universe
      I transmit, transcripts, transcontinental lyrics
      Deeply rooted in your spirit
      Up, I love the power of words, nouns and verbs
      The pen and the sword, liquid stick on award
      No folklore or myths in my penmanship
      The Panther Scholar Warriors is what I present, uh
      Verbally decapitating those against a
      Jihad (foreign language) words make sense
      You gots to get up on your vocab, you gots to have vocab
      Letters makes words, and sentences makes paragraphs

      Yo, I make the pen capsize, the verbal with the planted eyes
      Planning knives ever pair that I utilize
      Spit juice, crack blood from your tooth
      Inflict truths, speak Allah's 99 attributes

      [Charlie 2na]
      You baby MC's drink Pedialyte
      My underground doesn't like you, the media might
      But we the defeat will change that
      As we bridge gaps in this lyrical grudge match, brothers we slug back

      [Mark 7even]
      Yeah, we bless tracks with the help of a raw rap
      Inprinted like poor tracks all over your brain rack
      My mental maneuver will clear and steer right through ya
      We Grand like Puba, understand that we move ya

      Hey yo, my rhythm reveal roller coaster real deal
      Revolutionize with active build
      I plant my dreams in the field and wait to harvest my skills
      For the starving MC, hungry trying to get a meal

      [Jurrasic 5]
      Hey yo my quality control, captivates your party patrol
      Your mind, body, and soul
      For whom the bell tolls, let the rhythm explode
      Big, bad, and bold be -boys of old

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