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You plan on rockin' something fierce?\nOh am I\nZaakir's the name, the A.K.A Soup-ah\nThe verbal acupuncture from the dope old-schooler\nI used to be the bubble for other that used to come on\nNow they be the lovers of brothers they can't front on\nPut me in the mix LP 12-inch\nSP the elegant poetic pestilence\nI'm carbonated the anti-confederated\nHighly commemorated and the most celebrated\nFor connecting it word verb subject to the predicate\nPlus I got the etiquette to keep it moving\nAnd showing cats how it's done\nCause' it's the verbal combat position number one\n\nWe keep it beaming like a beacon\nIf it's lyrics that you're seeking\nWhether black or Puerto Rican\nPeople back us when we're speaking\nWe got the kinda rhymes to get ya ready for the weekend\nTo the mass amount of legions that came for party pleasing\nOur temperature is freezing all kinds of different regions\nThe rhythm is the reason you're checking for what we've done\nPlease, son, our thesis will rip your crew in pieces\nYour rhymes ain't ripe, homeboy you ain't in season\n\nMy quality control captivates your party patrol\nYour mind-body-and-soul\nFor whom the bell tolls let the rhythm explode\nBig bad and bold B-Boys of old\n\nWell it's the angelic man relic Klan repellant\nMy planned parent manuscripts withstand bullets\nFlashing like a Japan tourist we command pure hits\nWhile you cramming to understand these contraband lyrics\nMy fam submits to pray five times a day\nClimbing into your mind with live rhyme display\nJ-Five finds a way to remain supreme\nComing verbally Hardison as if my name was Kadeem\n\nAyo my team dream works without Spielbergs or spill words\nCommunicate from the Earth throughout the universe\nI transmit transcripts transcontinental lyrics\nDeeply rooted in your spirits\nI love the power of words nouns and verbs\nThe pen and the sword linguistic art of war\nNo folklores or myths in my penmanship\nThe Pather Scholar Warriors is what I present\nVerbally decapitating those against\nJa ha, veesee ee vee lee la\nNow my words make sense\nYou gots-ta get up on your vocab\nYou gots-ta have vocab\nLetters make words and sentences makes paragraphs\n\nI make the pen capsize like the verbal with the planted eyes\nPlanning knives with every pair that I utilise\nI Spit juice crack blood from your tooth\nInflict truths speak Allahs ninety-nine attributes\n\nYou baby MCs drink Pedialyte\nWhile underground doesn't like you the media might\nBut we the elite will change that\nAs wegaps in this lyrical grudge-match\nBrothers we slug back\n\nWe bless tracks with the help of a raw rap\nImprint it like paw tracks all over your brain-wrap\nMy mental maneuver will clear and steer right through ya\nWe grand like Poobah understand that we move ya\n\nMy rhythm reveals roller-coaster real deal\nRevolutionise we active build\nI plant my dreams in the field and wait to harvest my skills\nFor the starving MC hungry trying to get tha meal\n\nMy quality control captivates your party patrol\nYour mind-body-and-soul\nFor whom the bell tolls let the rhythm explode\nBig bad and bold B-Boys of old","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Jurassic 5 - Quality Control\n  artist: Jurassic 5\n  album: Quality Control\n  duration_ms: 3224000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  My quality control captivates your party patrol\n  Your mind-body-and-soul\n  For whom the bell tolls let the rhythm explode\n  Big bad and bold B-Boys of old\n\n  Many styles we hold, let the story be told\n  Whether platinum or gold, we use breath control\n  So let the beat unfold,, or drum-roll\n  We be the lik, like E-Tash and J-Ro\n  We harass niggas like we was the po-po\n  We can rule the world without Curtis and still blow\n  Finesse from SP to Casio\n  Your jams ain't def, you ain't fresh, you're so-so\n  If you don't know us by now you'll never know\n  We set that rule when we rule to prove you're show\n  The name of the game is survive and prove your flow\n  You can't outtake Jurassic syllable\n  Cause it's survival of professional radio\n  Stop and comprehend and heed the words of my pen\n  Survival of professional poetic highlanders\n  Soup? You plan on rockin' something fierce?\n  Oh am I\n  Zaakir's the name, the A.K.A Soup-ah\n  The verbal acupuncture from the dope old-schooler\n  I used to be the bubble for other that used to come on\n  Now they be the lovers of brothers they can't front on\n  Put me in the mix LP 12-inch\n  SP the elegant poetic pestilence\n  I'm carbonated the anti-confederated\n  Highly commemorated and the most celebrated\n  For connecting it word verb subject to the predicate\n  Plus I got the etiquette to keep it moving\n  And showing cats how it's done\n  Cause' it's the verbal combat position number one\n\n  We keep it beaming like a beacon\n  If it's lyrics that you're seeking\n  Whether black or Puerto Rican\n  People back us when we're speaking\n  We got the kinda rhymes to get ya ready for the weekend\n  To the mass amount of legions that came for party pleasing\n  Our temperature is freezing all kinds of different regions\n  The rhythm is the reason you're checking for what we've done\n  Please, son, our thesis will rip your crew in pieces\n  Your rhymes ain't ripe, homeboy you ain't in season\n\n  My quality control captivates your party patrol\n  Your mind-body-and-soul\n  For whom the bell tolls let the rhythm explode\n  Big bad and bold B-Boys of old\n\n  Well it's the angelic man relic Klan repellant\n  My planned parent manuscripts withstand bullets\n  Flashing like a Japan tourist we command pure hits\n  While you cramming to understand these contraband lyrics\n  My fam submits to pray five times a day\n  Climbing into your mind with live rhyme display\n  J-Five finds a way to remain supreme\n  Coming verbally Hardison as if my name was Kadeem\n\n  Ayo my team dream works without Spielbergs or spill words\n  Communicate from the Earth throughout the universe\n  I transmit transcripts transcontinental lyrics\n  Deeply rooted in your spirits\n  I love the power of words nouns and verbs\n  The pen and the sword linguistic art of war\n  No folklores or myths in my penmanship\n  The Pather Scholar Warriors is what I present\n  Verbally decapitating those against\n  Ja ha, veesee ee vee lee la\n  Now my words make sense\n  You gots-ta get up on your vocab\n  You gots-ta have vocab\n  Letters make words and sentences makes paragraphs\n\n  I make the pen capsize like the verbal with the planted eyes\n  Planning knives with every pair that I utilise\n  I Spit juice crack blood from your tooth\n  Inflict truths speak Allahs ninety-nine attributes\n\n  You baby MCs drink Pedialyte\n  While underground doesn't like you the media might\n  But we the elite will change that\n  As wegaps in this lyrical grudge-match\n  Brothers we slug back\n\n  We bless tracks with the help of a raw rap\n  Imprint it like paw tracks all over your brain-wrap\n  My mental maneuver will clear and steer right through ya\n  We grand like Poobah understand that we move ya\n\n  My rhythm reveals roller-coaster real deal\n  Revolutionise we active build\n  I plant my dreams in the field and wait to harvest my skills\n  For the starving MC hungry trying to get tha meal\n\n  My quality control captivates your party patrol\n  Your mind-body-and-soul\n  For whom the bell tolls let the rhythm explode\n  Big bad and bold B-Boys of old\n"},{"id":33589991,"name":"Jurassic 5 - Quality Control","trackName":"Jurassic 5 - Quality Control","artistName":"Jurassic 5","albumName":"Jurassic 5","duration":281.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"My quality control captivates your party patrol\nYour mind-body-and-soul\nFor whom the bell tolls let the rhythm explode\nBig bad and bold B-Boys of old\n\nMany styles we hold, let the story be told\nWhether platinum or gold, we use breath control\nSo let the beat unfold,, or drum-roll\nWe be the lik, like E-Tash and J-Ro\nWe harass niggas like we was the po-po\nWe can rule the world without Curtis and still blow\nFinesse from SP to Casio\nYour jams ain't def, you ain't fresh, you're so-so\nIf you don't know us by now you'll never know\nWe set that rule when we rule to prove you're show\nThe name of the game is survive and prove your flow\nYou can't outtake Jurassic syllable\nCause it's survival of professional radio\nStop and comprehend and heed the words of my pen\nSurvival of professional poetic highlanders\nSoup? You plan on rockin' something fierce?\nOh am I\nZaakir's the name, the A.K.A Soup-ah\nThe verbal acupuncture from the dope old-schooler\nI used to be the bubble for other that used to come on\nNow they be the lovers of brothers they can't front on\nPut me in the mix LP 12-inch\nSP the elegant poetic pestilence\nI'm carbonated the anti-confederated\nHighly commemorated and the most celebrated\nFor connecting it word verb subject to the predicate\nPlus I got the etiquette to keep it moving\nAnd showing cats how it's done\nCause' it's the verbal combat position number one\n\nWe keep it beaming like a beacon\nIf it's lyrics that you're seeking\nWhether black or Puerto Rican\nPeople back us when we're speaking\nWe got the kinda rhymes to get ya ready for the weekend\nTo the mass amount of legions that came for party pleasing\nOur temperature is freezing all kinds of different regions\nThe rhythm is the reason you're checking for what we've done\nPlease, son, our thesis will rip your crew in pieces\nYour rhymes ain't ripe, homeboy you ain't in season\n\nMy quality control captivates your party patrol\nYour mind-body-and-soul\nFor whom the bell tolls let the rhythm explode\nBig bad and bold B-Boys of old\n\nWell it's the angelic man relic Klan repellant\nMy planned parent manuscripts withstand bullets\nFlashing like a Japan tourist we command pure hits\nWhile you cramming to understand these contraband lyrics\nMy fam submits to pray five times a day\nClimbing into your mind with live rhyme display\nJ-Five finds a way to remain supreme\nComing verbally Hardison as if my name was Kadeem\n\nAyo my team dream works without Spielbergs or spill words\nCommunicate from the Earth throughout the universe\nI transmit transcripts transcontinental lyrics\nDeeply rooted in your spirits\nI love the power of words nouns and verbs\nThe pen and the sword linguistic art of war\nNo folklores or myths in my penmanship\nThe Pather Scholar Warriors is what I present\nVerbally decapitating those against\nJa ha, veesee ee vee lee la\nNow my words make sense\nYou gots-ta get up on your vocab\nYou gots-ta have vocab\nLetters make words and sentences makes paragraphs\n\nI make the pen capsize like the verbal with the planted eyes\nPlanning knives with every pair that I utilise\nI Spit juice crack blood from your tooth\nInflict truths speak Allahs ninety-nine attributes\n\nYou baby MCs drink Pedialyte\nWhile underground doesn't like you the media might\nBut we the elite will change that\nAs wegaps in this lyrical grudge-match\nBrothers we slug back\n\nWe bless tracks with the help of a raw rap\nImprint it like paw tracks all over your brain-wrap\nMy mental maneuver will clear and steer right through ya\nWe grand like Poobah understand that we move ya\n\nMy rhythm reveals roller-coaster real deal\nRevolutionise we active build\nI plant my dreams in the field and wait to harvest my skills\nFor the starving MC hungry trying to get tha meal\n\nMy quality control captivates your party patrol\nYour mind-body-and-soul\nFor whom the bell tolls let the rhythm explode\nBig bad and bold B-Boys of old","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Jurassic 5 - Quality Control\n  artist: Jurassic 5\n  album: Jurassic 5\n  duration_ms: 281000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  My quality control captivates your party patrol\n  Your mind-body-and-soul\n  For whom the bell tolls let the rhythm explode\n  Big bad and bold B-Boys of old\n\n  Many styles we hold, let the story be told\n  Whether platinum or gold, we use breath control\n  So let the beat unfold,, or drum-roll\n  We be the lik, like E-Tash and J-Ro\n  We harass niggas like we was the po-po\n  We can rule the world without Curtis and still blow\n  Finesse from SP to Casio\n  Your jams ain't def, you ain't fresh, you're so-so\n  If you don't know us by now you'll never know\n  We set that rule when we rule to prove you're show\n  The name of the game is survive and prove your flow\n  You can't outtake Jurassic syllable\n  Cause it's survival of professional radio\n  Stop and comprehend and heed the words of my pen\n  Survival of professional poetic highlanders\n  Soup? You plan on rockin' something fierce?\n  Oh am I\n  Zaakir's the name, the A.K.A Soup-ah\n  The verbal acupuncture from the dope old-schooler\n  I used to be the bubble for other that used to come on\n  Now they be the lovers of brothers they can't front on\n  Put me in the mix LP 12-inch\n  SP the elegant poetic pestilence\n  I'm carbonated the anti-confederated\n  Highly commemorated and the most celebrated\n  For connecting it word verb subject to the predicate\n  Plus I got the etiquette to keep it moving\n  And showing cats how it's done\n  Cause' it's the verbal combat position number one\n\n  We keep it beaming like a beacon\n  If it's lyrics that you're seeking\n  Whether black or Puerto Rican\n  People back us when we're speaking\n  We got the kinda rhymes to get ya ready for the weekend\n  To the mass amount of legions that came for party pleasing\n  Our temperature is freezing all kinds of different regions\n  The rhythm is the reason you're checking for what we've done\n  Please, son, our thesis will rip your crew in pieces\n  Your rhymes ain't ripe, homeboy you ain't in season\n\n  My quality control captivates your party patrol\n  Your mind-body-and-soul\n  For whom the bell tolls let the rhythm explode\n  Big bad and bold B-Boys of old\n\n  Well it's the angelic man relic Klan repellant\n  My planned parent manuscripts withstand bullets\n  Flashing like a Japan tourist we command pure hits\n  While you cramming to understand these contraband lyrics\n  My fam submits to pray five times a day\n  Climbing into your mind with live rhyme display\n  J-Five finds a way to remain supreme\n  Coming verbally Hardison as if my name was Kadeem\n\n  Ayo my team dream works without Spielbergs or spill words\n  Communicate from the Earth throughout the universe\n  I transmit transcripts transcontinental lyrics\n  Deeply rooted in your spirits\n  I love the power of words nouns and verbs\n  The pen and the sword linguistic art of war\n  No folklores or myths in my penmanship\n  The Pather Scholar Warriors is what I present\n  Verbally decapitating those against\n  Ja ha, veesee ee vee lee la\n  Now my words make sense\n  You gots-ta get up on your vocab\n  You gots-ta have vocab\n  Letters make words and sentences makes paragraphs\n\n  I make the pen capsize like the verbal with the planted eyes\n  Planning knives with every pair that I utilise\n  I Spit juice crack blood from your tooth\n  Inflict truths speak Allahs ninety-nine attributes\n\n  You baby MCs drink Pedialyte\n  While underground doesn't like you the media might\n  But we the elite will change that\n  As wegaps in this lyrical grudge-match\n  Brothers we slug back\n\n  We bless tracks with the help of a raw rap\n  Imprint it like paw tracks all over your brain-wrap\n  My mental maneuver will clear and steer right through ya\n  We grand like Poobah understand that we move ya\n\n  My rhythm reveals roller-coaster real deal\n  Revolutionise we active build\n  I plant my dreams in the field and wait to harvest my skills\n  For the starving MC hungry trying to get tha meal\n\n  My quality control captivates your party patrol\n  Your mind-body-and-soul\n  For whom the bell tolls let the rhythm explode\n  Big bad and bold B-Boys of old\n"},{"id":13791395,"name":"5 - Quality Control","trackName":"5 - Quality Control","artistName":"Jurassic 5","albumName":"Quality Control","duration":288.914286,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"My quality control captivates your party patrol\nYour mind-body-and-soul\nFor whom the bell tolls let the rhythm explode\nBig bad and bold B-Boys of old\n\nMany styles we hold, let the story be told\nWhether platinum or gold, we use breath control\nSo let the beat unfold,, or drum-roll\nWe be the lik, like E-Tash and J-Ro\nWe harass niggas like we was the po-po\nWe can rule the world without Curtis and still blow\nFinesse from SP to Casio\nYour jams ain't def, you ain't fresh, you're so-so\nIf you don't know us by now you'll never know\nWe set that rule when we rule to prove you're show\nThe name of the game is survive and prove your flow\nYou can't outtake Jurassic syllable\nCause it's survival of professional radio\nStop and comprehend and heed the words of my pen\nSurvival of professional poetic highlanders\nSoup? 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You plan on rockin' something fierce?\n  Oh am I\n  Zaakir's the name, the A.K.A Soup-ah\n  The verbal acupuncture from the dope old-schooler\n  I used to be the bubble for other that used to come on\n  Now they be the lovers of brothers they can't front on\n  Put me in the mix LP 12-inch\n  SP the elegant poetic pestilence\n  I'm carbonated the anti-confederated\n  Highly commemorated and the most celebrated\n  For connecting it word verb subject to the predicate\n  Plus I got the etiquette to keep it moving\n  And showing cats how it's done\n  Cause' it's the verbal combat position number one\n\n  We keep it beaming like a beacon\n  If it's lyrics that you're seeking\n  Whether black or Puerto Rican\n  People back us when we're speaking\n  We got the kinda rhymes to get ya ready for the weekend\n  To the mass amount of legions that came for party pleasing\n  Our temperature is freezing all kinds of different regions\n  The rhythm is the reason you're checking for what we've done\n  Please, son, our thesis will rip your crew in pieces\n  Your rhymes ain't ripe, homeboy you ain't in season\n\n  My quality control captivates your party patrol\n  Your mind-body-and-soul\n  For whom the bell tolls let the rhythm explode\n  Big bad and bold B-Boys of old\n\n  Well it's the angelic man relic Klan repellant\n  My planned parent manuscripts withstand bullets\n  Flashing like a Japan tourist we command pure hits\n  While you cramming to understand these contraband lyrics\n  My fam submits to pray five times a day\n  Climbing into your mind with live rhyme display\n  J-Five finds a way to remain supreme\n  Coming verbally Hardison as if my name was Kadeem\n\n  Ayo my team dream works without Spielbergs or spill words\n  Communicate from the Earth throughout the universe\n  I transmit transcripts transcontinental lyrics\n  Deeply rooted in your spirits\n  I love the power of words nouns and verbs\n  The pen and the sword linguistic art of war\n  No folklores or myths in my penmanship\n  The Pather Scholar Warriors is what I present\n  Verbally decapitating those against\n  Ja ha, veesee ee vee lee la\n  Now my words make sense\n  You gots-ta get up on your vocab\n  You gots-ta have vocab\n  Letters make words and sentences makes paragraphs\n\n  I make the pen capsize like the verbal with the planted eyes\n  Planning knives with every pair that I utilise\n  I Spit juice crack blood from your tooth\n  Inflict truths speak Allahs ninety-nine attributes\n\n  You baby MCs drink Pedialyte\n  While underground doesn't like you the media might\n  But we the elite will change that\n  As wegaps in this lyrical grudge-match\n  Brothers we slug back\n\n  We bless tracks with the help of a raw rap\n  Imprint it like paw tracks all over your brain-wrap\n  My mental maneuver will clear and steer right through ya\n  We grand like Poobah understand that we move ya\n\n  My rhythm reveals roller-coaster real deal\n  Revolutionise we active build\n  I plant my dreams in the field and wait to harvest my skills\n  For the starving MC hungry trying to get tha meal\n\n  My quality control captivates your party patrol\n  Your mind-body-and-soul\n  For whom the bell tolls let the rhythm explode\n  Big bad and bold B-Boys of old\n"},{"id":24718524,"name":"Great Expectations - Jurassic 5","trackName":"Great Expectations - Jurassic 5","artistName":"Jurassic 5","albumName":"Quality Control","duration":216.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"\"HA HA\" \"What you gonna do, come back back, again?\"\n*people cheers*\n\n(Akil)\nUh, no doubt, it took ten years, for me to pressure cook my fears\nNow, my front line rhymes moving up from the rear\nMy dream slash career appeared ever so clear\nNow I'm able to touch, smell, see, speak, and hear\nMy fans cheer, *people cheers* our time is finally here\nThe past depart the present cause the future is near\nAnticipation, magnified my motivation\nDirect my energy to touch nations\nBeen entertaining since niggas was really banging\nDancing at the old folks parties, pancaking\nI've been waiting for my time to shine\nFrom Catholic school to? John Mid? junior high\nFrom? to rocking at the Good Life (unggh)\nWe paid the price to keep rhyming and rip it on the mic\nYo, cause if you only knew what we been through\nThe struggle and the pain to maintain and continue\n\nChorus:\nGreat expectations, on our committee Unified relations\nWe rebel our Rhythm through tribulations\nAnd treble and bass the situation with dedication\n\n(Charli 2na)\nYo, go get your ticket, your seats, snacks, and beverages\nWhile we get wicked all in your brain's cracks and crevices\nServicing bulletins to you critical puritans\nWho be shouting at my vicinity doubting my capability\n(Expect) no defeat, my whole fleet be scorching\nKeep across your vision blurred from heat distortion\nThe proportions better take precaution\nWhile we shake the portion fakes are lost in, never flossing\n(The antidote for your mood) We sloppy doping and I'm hoping\nWhat I wrote get you open like a Fallopian Tube\nIn my crew we include brothers who worthy\nRebels indeed, J's from LA, I'm from Chi,\nHe's from Jersey, ever thirsty for success\nPlus never vexed, flipping for Allah cause he blessed us\nWith the talent, to make Jurassic your next guest\nRocking since the '84 Fresh Fest, yes\nChorus:\nGreat expectations, on our committee unified relations\nWe rebel our rhythm through tribulations\nAnd treble and bass the situation with dedication (Repeat 2x)\n\n(Marc 7even)\nAyo my story starts in the NJ state\nAnd gets deep like a movie Bruce and Demi make\nI moved to the land of sand and ill earthquakes\nI didn't know this was the place I'd get my piece of the cake\nOr the piece of the pie, U-N-I-T-Y\nEvery Thursday night at the Life we kept it tight\nThat's right, that's where we dwelled and the rhythm rebelled\nWe a blast from the past like the shotgun shells\nNo a macho males with raps about a beer\n(Our mission is to persevere) So haters play the rear\nWe toured the stratosphere from here to London Square\nYou swear you're prepared to diss what we have here\n(Indeed) Time ticks as rapid rhymes rip\nEarth and time split in time to find it's\nJust another manic Monday, and one day\nWe'll shine, too, so it's true, when my crew say\n\nChorus:\nGreat expectations, on our committee unified relations\nWe rebel our rhythm through tribulations\nAnd treble and bass the situation with dedication\n\n(Zaakir)\nYo, whether you love to hate it, if it's in or outdated\nIf I've been overrated or maybe your most favorite\nYou expect me still to write my verse on time\nAnd I expect you not to front when you hear my rhyme\nDon't expect me to smile cause it's in good taste\nI know cats that's no mistake smiling in my face\nAnd don't expect to try and guess if I'm mad or not\nOr if I'm cold or hot, you would know if not\nAnd don't expect me to come and just bite my tongue\nIt's kind of hard to forget what some brothers have done\nBut my mother always said you can forgive and forget\nAnd expect that most promises won't be kept\nI guess I gave credit where it wasn't deserved\nTo brothers must have preferred to not keep they word\nThe bigger the burden, the bigger the uncertain\nNo explanation for my creation, Great Expectation","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Great Expectations - Jurassic 5\n  artist: Jurassic 5\n  album: Quality Control\n  duration_ms: 216000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  \"HA HA\" \"What you gonna do, come back back, again?\"\n  *people cheers*\n\n  (Akil)\n  Uh, no doubt, it took ten years, for me to pressure cook my fears\n  Now, my front line rhymes moving up from the rear\n  My dream slash career appeared ever so clear\n  Now I'm able to touch, smell, see, speak, and hear\n  My fans cheer, *people cheers* our time is finally here\n  The past depart the present cause the future is near\n  Anticipation, magnified my motivation\n  Direct my energy to touch nations\n  Been entertaining since niggas was really banging\n  Dancing at the old folks parties, pancaking\n  I've been waiting for my time to shine\n  From Catholic school to? John Mid? junior high\n  From? to rocking at the Good Life (unggh)\n  We paid the price to keep rhyming and rip it on the mic\n  Yo, cause if you only knew what we been through\n  The struggle and the pain to maintain and continue\n\n  Chorus:\n  Great expectations, on our committee Unified relations\n  We rebel our Rhythm through tribulations\n  And treble and bass the situation with dedication\n\n  (Charli 2na)\n  Yo, go get your ticket, your seats, snacks, and beverages\n  While we get wicked all in your brain's cracks and crevices\n  Servicing bulletins to you critical puritans\n  Who be shouting at my vicinity doubting my capability\n  (Expect) no defeat, my whole fleet be scorching\n  Keep across your vision blurred from heat distortion\n  The proportions better take precaution\n  While we shake the portion fakes are lost in, never flossing\n  (The antidote for your mood) We sloppy doping and I'm hoping\n  What I wrote get you open like a Fallopian Tube\n  In my crew we include brothers who worthy\n  Rebels indeed, J's from LA, I'm from Chi,\n  He's from Jersey, ever thirsty for success\n  Plus never vexed, flipping for Allah cause he blessed us\n  With the talent, to make Jurassic your next guest\n  Rocking since the '84 Fresh Fest, yes\n  Chorus:\n  Great expectations, on our committee unified relations\n  We rebel our rhythm through tribulations\n  And treble and bass the situation with dedication (Repeat 2x)\n\n  (Marc 7even)\n  Ayo my story starts in the NJ state\n  And gets deep like a movie Bruce and Demi make\n  I moved to the land of sand and ill earthquakes\n  I didn't know this was the place I'd get my piece of the cake\n  Or the piece of the pie, U-N-I-T-Y\n  Every Thursday night at the Life we kept it tight\n  That's right, that's where we dwelled and the rhythm rebelled\n  We a blast from the past like the shotgun shells\n  No a macho males with raps about a beer\n  (Our mission is to persevere) So haters play the rear\n  We toured the stratosphere from here to London Square\n  You swear you're prepared to diss what we have here\n  (Indeed) Time ticks as rapid rhymes rip\n  Earth and time split in time to find it's\n  Just another manic Monday, and one day\n  We'll shine, too, so it's true, when my crew say\n\n  Chorus:\n  Great expectations, on our committee unified relations\n  We rebel our rhythm through tribulations\n  And treble and bass the situation with dedication\n\n  (Zaakir)\n  Yo, whether you love to hate it, if it's in or outdated\n  If I've been overrated or maybe your most favorite\n  You expect me still to write my verse on time\n  And I expect you not to front when you hear my rhyme\n  Don't expect me to smile cause it's in good taste\n  I know cats that's no mistake smiling in my face\n  And don't expect to try and guess if I'm mad or not\n  Or if I'm cold or hot, you would know if not\n  And don't expect me to come and just bite my tongue\n  It's kind of hard to forget what some brothers have done\n  But my mother always said you can forgive and forget\n  And expect that most promises won't be kept\n  I guess I gave credit where it wasn't deserved\n  To brothers must have preferred to not keep they word\n  The bigger the burden, the bigger the uncertain\n  No explanation for my creation, Great Expectation\n"},{"id":26849836,"name":"Quality Control","trackName":"Quality Control","artistName":"Jurassic 5","albumName":"Quality Control (Australian Tour Edition)","duration":295.967347,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Jurrasic 5 Together\nHey yo my quality control, captivates your party patrol\nYour mind, body, and soul\nFor whom the bell tolls, let the rhythm explode\nBig, bad, and bold B-boys of old\nMany styles we hold, let the story be told\nWhether platinum or gold, we use breath control\nSo let the beat unfold, intro on drum roll\nWe be the Lik like E, Tash, and J-Ro\nWe harass niggas like we was the po-po\nWe can rule the world without Kurtis and still Blow\nFinesse, from SP to Casio\nYour jams ain't def, you ain't fresh, you're so-so\nIf you don't know us by now you'll never know\nYou set that mood when we groove and prove a show\nThe name of the game is survive and prove your flow\nYou can't out take Jurassic syllable\nCause it's survival of professional radio\nStop and comprehend and heed the words of my pen\nSurvival of professional poetical Highlanders\n[Zaakir]\n(Soup, you plan on rocking something fierce?) Oh, am I\nZaakir's the name, the A.K.A. super\nThe verbal acupuncture from the dope old schooler\nI used to be the bubble for others that used to dumb on\nNow they be the lovers of brothers that can't front on\nPut me in the mix, LP 12-inch\nSP, the elegant, poetic pestilence\nI'm carbonated, the Fanti-confederated\nHighly commemorated, and the most celebrated\nFor connecting it (Word!) Like verb subject to the predicate\nPlus I got the etiquette\nTo keep it moving, and showing cats how it's done\nCause it's the verbal combat, position number one\n[Mark 7even]\nWe keep it beaming like a beacon, if it's clearance that you're seeking\nWhether black or Puerto Rican, people back us when we're speaking\nWe got the kind of rhymes that get you ready for the weekend\n(To the mass amount of legions that came for party pleasing)\nOur temperature is freezing all kind of different regions\nThe rhythm is the reason you're checking for what we've done\nPlease son, our thesis, will rip your crew in pieces\nYour rhymes ain't right, homeboy, you ain't in season\n[Jurrasic 5]\nHey yo my quality control, captivates your party patrol\nYour mind, body, and soul\nFor whom the bell tolls, let the rhythm explode\nBig, bad, and bold B-boys of old\n[Charlie 2na]\nYo, yo, well it's the angelic man-relic clan repellent\nMy plan parent manuscripts withstand bullets\nFlashing like a Japan tourist, we command pure hits\nWhile you cramming to understand these contraband lyrics\nMy fam submits to pray, 5 times a day\nClimbing into your mind with live rhyme display\nJ5 finds a way to remain supreme\nComing verbally Hardison as if my name was Kadeem\n[Akil]\nHey yo my team Dreamworks without Spielberg or spill words\nCommunicate from the Earth throughout the universe\nI transmit, transcripts, transcontinental lyrics\nDeeply rooted in your spirit\nUp, I love the power of words, nouns and verbs\nThe pen and the sword, liquid stick on award\nNo folklore or myths in my penmanship\nThe Panther Scholar Warriors is what I present, uh\nVerbally decapitating those against a\nJihad (foreign language) words make sense\nYou gots to get up on your vocab, you gots to have vocab\nLetters makes words, and sentences makes paragraphs\nYo, I make the pen capsize, the verbal with the planted eyes\nPlanning knives ever pair that I utilize\nSpit juice, crack blood from your tooth\nInflict truths, speak Allah's 99 attributes\n[Charlie 2na]\nYou baby MC's drink Pedialyte\nMy underground doesn't like you, the media might\nBut we the defeat will change that\nAs we bridge gaps in this lyrical grudge match, brothers we slug back\n[Mark 7even]\nYeah, we bless tracks with the help of a raw rap\nInprinted like poor tracks all over your brain rack\nMy mental maneuver will clear and steer right through ya\nWe Grand like Puba, understand that we move ya\n[Zaakir]\nHey yo, my rhythm reveal roller coaster real deal\nRevolutionize with active build\nI plant my dreams in the field and wait to harvest my skills\nFor the starving MC, hungry trying to get a meal\n[Jurrasic 5]\nHey yo my quality control, captivates your party patrol\nYour mind, body, and soul\nFor whom the bell tolls, let the rhythm explode\nBig, bad, and bold be\t-boys of old","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Quality Control\n  artist: Jurassic 5\n  album: Quality Control (Australian Tour Edition)\n  duration_ms: 295967\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: \"Jurrasic 5 Together\\nHey yo my quality control, captivates your party patrol\\nYour mind, body, and soul\\nFor whom the bell tolls, let the rhythm explode\\nBig, bad, and bold B-boys of old\\nMany styles we hold, let the story be told\\nWhether platinum or gold, we use breath control\\nSo let the beat unfold, intro on drum roll\\nWe be the Lik like E, Tash, and J-Ro\\nWe harass niggas like we was the po-po\\nWe can rule the world without Kurtis and still Blow\\nFinesse, from SP to Casio\\nYour jams ain't def, you ain't fresh, you're so-so\\nIf you don't know us by now you'll never know\\nYou set that mood when we groove and prove a show\\nThe name of the game is survive and prove your flow\\nYou can't out take Jurassic syllable\\nCause it's survival of professional radio\\nStop and comprehend and heed the words of my pen\\nSurvival of professional poetical Highlanders\\n[Zaakir]\\n(Soup, you plan on rocking something fierce?) Oh, am I\\nZaakir's the name, the A.K.A. super\\nThe verbal acupuncture from the dope old schooler\\nI used to be the bubble for others that used to dumb on\\nNow they be the lovers of brothers that can't front on\\nPut me in the mix, LP 12-inch\\nSP, the elegant, poetic pestilence\\nI'm carbonated, the Fanti-confederated\\nHighly commemorated, and the most celebrated\\nFor connecting it (Word!) Like verb subject to the predicate\\nPlus I got the etiquette\\nTo keep it moving, and showing cats how it's done\\nCause it's the verbal combat, position number one\\n[Mark 7even]\\nWe keep it beaming like a beacon, if it's clearance that you're seeking\\nWhether black or Puerto Rican, people back us when we're speaking\\nWe got the kind of rhymes that get you ready for the weekend\\n(To the mass amount of legions that came for party pleasing)\\nOur temperature is freezing all kind of different regions\\nThe rhythm is the reason you're checking for what we've done\\nPlease son, our thesis, will rip your crew in pieces\\nYour rhymes ain't right, homeboy, you ain't in season\\n[Jurrasic 5]\\nHey yo my quality control, captivates your party patrol\\nYour mind, body, and soul\\nFor whom the bell tolls, let the rhythm explode\\nBig, bad, and bold B-boys of old\\n[Charlie 2na]\\nYo, yo, well it's the angelic man-relic clan repellent\\nMy plan parent manuscripts withstand bullets\\nFlashing like a Japan tourist, we command pure hits\\nWhile you cramming to understand these contraband lyrics\\nMy fam submits to pray, 5 times a day\\nClimbing into your mind with live rhyme display\\nJ5 finds a way to remain supreme\\nComing verbally Hardison as if my name was Kadeem\\n[Akil]\\nHey yo my team Dreamworks without Spielberg or spill words\\nCommunicate from the Earth throughout the universe\\nI transmit, transcripts, transcontinental lyrics\\nDeeply rooted in your spirit\\nUp, I love the power of words, nouns and verbs\\nThe pen and the sword, liquid stick on award\\nNo folklore or myths in my penmanship\\nThe Panther Scholar Warriors is what I present, uh\\nVerbally decapitating those against a\\nJihad (foreign language) words make sense\\nYou gots to get up on your vocab, you gots to have vocab\\nLetters makes words, and sentences makes paragraphs\\nYo, I make the pen capsize, the verbal with the planted eyes\\nPlanning knives ever pair that I utilize\\nSpit juice, crack blood from your tooth\\nInflict truths, speak Allah's 99 attributes\\n[Charlie 2na]\\nYou baby MC's drink Pedialyte\\nMy underground doesn't like you, the media might\\nBut we the defeat will change that\\nAs we bridge gaps in this lyrical grudge match, brothers we slug back\\n[Mark 7even]\\nYeah, we bless tracks with the help of a raw rap\\nInprinted like poor tracks all over your brain rack\\nMy mental maneuver will clear and steer right through ya\\nWe Grand like Puba, understand that we move ya\\n[Zaakir]\\nHey yo, my rhythm reveal roller coaster real deal\\nRevolutionize with active build\\nI plant my dreams in the field and wait to harvest my skills\\nFor the starving MC, hungry trying to get a meal\\n[Jurrasic 5]\\nHey yo my quality control, captivates your party patrol\\nYour mind, body, and soul\\nFor whom the bell tolls, let the rhythm explode\\nBig, bad, and bold be\\t-boys of old\"\n"},{"id":27942077,"name":"Quality Control","trackName":"Quality Control","artistName":"Jurassic 5","albumName":"Quality Control EP (Advanced CD)","duration":274.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"My quality control captivates your party patrol\nYour mind-body-and-soul\nFor whom the bell tolls let the rhythm explode\nBig bad and bold B-Boys of old\n\nMany styles we hold, let the story be told\nWhether platinum or gold, we use breath control\nSo let the beat unfold,, or drum-roll\nWe be the lik, like E-Tash and J-Ro\nWe harass niggas like we was the po-po\nWe can rule the world without Curtis and still blow\nFinesse from SP to Casio\nYour jams ain't def, you ain't fresh, you're so-so\nIf you don't know us by now you'll never know\nWe set that rule when we rule to prove you're show\nThe name of the game is survive and prove your flow\nYou can't outtake Jurassic syllable\nCause it's survival of professional radio\nStop and comprehend and heed the words of my pen\nSurvival of professional poetic highlanders\nSoup? 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