Long Road To Glory Lyrics - Singles - Jurassic 5

J U R A S S I C F I V E 

He who is without sin cast the first stone 

Blast the verse, no matter the class, I'm vers'tile 

Kickin' it for you hipocritic berzerk ohms, I'm hopin' at worst 

Hopin' the words that touch home and clutch domes 

Ya' think, electrical sockets and wet feet 

How you infinitely get sleep the minute we get deep 

Ladies and 'gents peep one hundred percent heat 

Up undersea mistreats, now I'll leave you mince meat 

Yes, I'm from unity 

My last name sits in the middle of opportunity 

(Huh) 

With two-laid plans and new-made fans 

My crew raid lands and punch like the Kool-Aid Man 

It was a long road to glory 

Battle for territory 

Just to be called the masters of the ceremony 

Marathon, Decathalon 

Word-play, Mega-bomb 

Metabolism with the rhythm 

Keep it goin' on 

It was a long road to glory 

Battle for territory 

Just to be called the masters of the ceremony 

Marathon, Decathalon 

Word-play, Mega-bomb 

Metabolism with the rhythm 

Keep it goin' on 

The epitomy, five-hundred thousand so convincingly 

Street ministry, J-5th-a-tune infantry 

Finna be, about to be 

The best kept commodity, twelve incher LP 

We're representin' properly 

Now possibly the knock could be 

That old school philosophy 

That if it doesn't rock a beat 

It's not considered property 

Remember me, remember us 

Ice Cold, Cold Crush, 1920 Gold Rush 

Rollin' up, hold up 

Now ain't no need for you to be surprised 

When we implement and improvise 

With each and every verse that I 

Get busy with, lacing it with murder talk 

Turn a 'sault, Tom-A-Hawk 

Razor sharp, tribal walk 

Fresh gear, we're makin' our beds 

And we're doin' lots of things 

That we never did 

We went to Paris in the spring-time 

Bahamas in the fall 

We thank Alla, we're doin' it all 

It was a long road to glory 

Battle for territory 

Just to be called the masters of the ceremony 

Marathon, Decathalon 

Word-play, Mega-bomb 

Metabolism with the rhythm 

Keep it goin' on 

Pick a paragraph and phrase it, mentally you save it 

Kick it to the world and suddenly they crave it 

That's the way it is, in this verbal warfare workin' hard for the love 

But there ain't no wars here 

Years been puttin' on a play with your foot in 

'Cuz you'll be comin' back like the brother Dwight Gooden 

Seven's back again, slappin' men and askin' them 

If they really wanna fuck wit' the style we tappin' in 

Hey yo, I just couldn't wait to grab a piece of my own cake 

So I can elevate and hold my own weight 

My mind state be the ghetto, street corner heavy metal 

Black like the pot and tea kettle 

My street credibility, minus negativity 

Multiplied energy, what attends a few 

Ability sililoque of a real MC 

Tastin' the grammar, J5 slamma jamma 

It was a long road to glory 

Battle for territory 

Just to be called the masters of the ceremony 

Marathon, Decathalon 

Word-play, Mega-bomb 

Metabolism with the rhythm 

Keep it goin' on 

(Oh, here we go) 

Metabolism with the rhythm 

Keep it goin' on 

Marathon, Decathalon 

Word-play, Mega-bomb 

(Oh, here we go) 

Metabolism with the rhythm 

Keep it goin' on 

Marathon, Decathalon 

Word-play, Mega-bomb