awww man! as they say, lyrical malariaaa

No interference we persevere, the purpose is clear
We’re here to leave your ear hurtin severe
You’re lurking in fear cause we take it back like Robbin Loxley
Rockin from country sides to spots where hard rocks be

I often wonder if these MC’s even know how it feels
To dedicate they whole life to this mic of steel
Its not about the bills, that’s not keeping it real
A lot of tight rappers out here ain’t got no deal

We appeal to the brothers with flow finesse
Cause it’s the 100 watt blood shot game of death
Cause we’re protected by the covenant of words and beats
Rewind and feel the heat, recline and take a seat

So ah, let’s take you back to the concrete streets
Original beats with real live MCs
Playground tactics, no ‘rabbit in a hat’ tricks
Just that classic Rap shit from Jurassic

 - Jurassic 5, Concrete Schoolyard

You got beef now watch how I settle it
I’ll * around and arrest your whole development
I’m eloquent
When it comes to digital display
I’m ready for the world while you earl off the Tanqueray
Tactics, my shits Jurassic 5
Fingers of death while you exhale and inhale
With a deep breath with my Chop-Sui style
Cause I’m a lyrical chef
I gets mines to the death
Cause I be cookin
From here to Brooklyn
Your shits annoying like fat-ass Bookman
On Good Times
When I rhyme
I hit the designated area 
I hope you got your shots cause this is lyrical malaria
Spreading, beheading fools with the punishment
I live in America but * this government
A hundred and fifty times over silk with lead
While y’all drink the similack 
My rhymes are breast-fed
No artificial nipples
I flip the real skills
I thought I told you once 
I kick the lyrical windmills
And backspin Benedict 
Strictly for my benefit
I step on toes when I flow don’t get offended
Come and get with it
Comprehended when I kick it
I represent the real 
From the beginning to the end of it