Improvise 12"

Now I`ma say this once again open up your mind<br>Shot heard around the world came from our fresh rhymes<br>The contribution to showbiz, mixed with entertainment<br>Resurrected rhymes, not the same old same<br>Now if you like what we came with<br>And you feel you can sang wit it<br>Peep the verbal language and the way we arranged it<br>Now entertainment to make the people applaud<br>I`m not trying to say my style is better than yours<br><br>I`m from the graduating class of one-nine-eight-eight<br>L.A. Unified School M A H<br>A gangbanger from the streets taught me how to break<br>In South Central L.A., ay yo, can you relate?<br><br>I`m Chali 2na<br>The one who puff the buddha keep the Snapple in the cooler<br>Used to go to junior high with Son Doola<br>Old skoola - a permanent, element, in ya tournament<br>Tellin it prevalent never delicate when we burnin it<br><br>Now from L.A. to the U.K. we attempt to rock a party<br>The rhyme and the music you don`t hear that no more hardly<br>I can say it`s partly, all our faults smarty<br>J5`ll bring you more than the shakin of a body<br><br>Ay yo a child is born but no state of mind<br>But when I first heard it, put words to rhymes<br>I went from hypercars, to powder blue All-Stars<br>To hangin on monkey bars catchin spiders in jelly jars<br><br>[Chorus: repeat 2X]<br>So uh, let`s take it back to the concrete streets<br>Original beats with real live MC`s<br>Playground tactics, no rabbit-in-a-hat tricks<br>Just that classic, rappin from Jurassic<br><br>I bring the noise plus the funk, entertainin like a dunk<br>From a snotty-nosed prima donna millionaire punk<br>But uh, I heard a hunch, that somebody might munch<br>Cause J5 go together just like parties and spiked punch<br>Your crew`s captain crunch, and I`m the seven seas<br>Bombin on MC`s, crushin crews with ease<br>Brother please you know my steez is 100 degrees<br>With no era bring it live like the Trio of Terror<br><br>Trio of Terror no mascara, at last your brass surpass pleasure<br>We the last treasure set to entice the cash bearer<br>Mask wearers who bite my reflection like glass mirrors<br>Be trash pickers who need to consider the past clearer<br><br>Now what you thought was old and out of date<br>We brought it back alive and changed the shape<br>We put it on wax for those who think that<br>The 5 we energize has been extinct<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>We takin it back like battles in hallways and bathrooms<br>And battles in the back of the classroom<br>And in the bungalows game of death with flows<br>Lunchtime rhymes you had to prove and show<br><br>Never the school type, couldn`t pronounce the words right<br>The class jester, I was flunkin every semester<br>The summer hit, had it burnin in `86<br>Class cuttin and runnin wit all the neighborhood derelicts<br><br>Within the concrete jungle [huh!] we remain humble<br>Akil and Akir, bounce, flip and tumble<br>Uh, we never fumble, break down or stumble<br>Hot mumbo jumbo, just bring it when we rumble<br><br>We push it like the Daytona<br>Fresh rhymes we blaze on yas<br>Strictly from California old skool public diplomas<br>We spittin from every corner we flippin it when we wanna<br>Beneath the concrete be street word on ya<br><br>[Chorus]