Karaoké What's Golden Jurassic 5

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I work the pen to make the ink transform

On any particular surface the pen lands on

Zaakir is hands-on

What's the beef

The Cooley High Cochise high post techniques

I drape off poetic landscapes and shapes

Illustrate the paper space off the pens that paint

Then design what have a National Geographic a magic

With tailor made status and plus flavor that's automatic huh

We're not ballin'

We take it back to the days of yes y'all-in'

We holdin' onto what's golden

We're not ballin' or shot callin'

We take it back to the days of yes y'all-in'

We holdin' onto what's golden

Yo

Melancholy mundane so I tame the hot flame

Big rings, fat chains and y'all quest for the same

No name, use fame

Strictly new to the thang

We stay true to the game and never bring it to shame

We tight like dreadlocks or red fox and ripple

We pass participles and smash the artist in you

The saga continues

This I won't get into

'Cos there ain't enough bars to hold the drama that we been through

Yo

We still the same with a little fame

A little change in the household name but ain't too much changed

We in the game yo but not to be vain

I refrain from salt grains to season up my name

We entertain for a mutual game from close range

Steady aim, drum at your head to hit the brain

I'm labor ready

Rhode Scholar for the dollar

Work for mines

Pay me by the hour

We're not ballin'

We take it back to the days of yes y'all-in'

We holdin' onto what's golden

We're not ballin' or shot callin'

We take it back to the days of yes y'all-in'

We holdin' onto what's golden

Music

That music

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Music

That music

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Hop music

Mu-usic

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Hop music

Music

That music

Hip

Hop music

Mu-usic

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Music

That music

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Hop music

Mu-usic

That, yo

Hip

Hop

Well it's the verbal

Herman Munster

The word enhancer

Sick of phony mobsters controllin' the dance floor

I been in dark places

Catch you when you stark naked

Your heart races as we pump you for your chart spaces

The tart tastes be bringin' these hot styles through

Some of you bum a few cheers from shock value

Word power can plow through acres of cornfields

Paragraphs cut like warm steel

Perform ill

We're not ballin'

We take it back to the days of yes y'all-in'

We holdin' onto what's golden

We're not ballin' or shot callin'

We take it back to the days of yes y'all-in'

We holdin' onto what's golden