Quality Control Lyrics - Quality Control - Jurassic 5

Next we are havin' a very very big group 

By the Limo, I like the Limo 

Ayo my quality control, captivates your party patrol 

Your mind, body, and soul 

For whom the bell tolls, let the rhythm explode 

Big, bad, and bold B boys of old 

Many styles we hold, let the story be told 

Whether platinum or gold, we use breath control 

So let the beat unfold, intro on drum roll 

We be the lik like E, Tash, and J Lo 

We harass niggas like we was the po po 

We can rule the world without Kurtis and still Blow 

Finesse, from S P to Casio 

Your jams ain't deaf, you ain't fresh, you're so so 

If you don't know us by now you'll never know 

You set that mood when we groove and prove a show 

The name of the game is survive and prove your flow 

You can't out take Jurassic syllable 

'Cause it's survival of professional radio 

Stop and comprehend and heed the words of my pen 

Survival of professional poetical Highlanders 

Soup, you plan on rocking something fierce? Oh, am I 

Zaakir's the name, the A K A super 

The verbal acupuncture from the dope old schooler 

I used to be the brother for others that used to dumb on 

Now they be the lovers of brothers they can't front on 

Put me in the mix, L P 12-inch 

S P, the elegant, poetic pestilence 

I'm carbonated, the Fanti-confederated 

Highly commemorated, and the most celebrated 

For connecting it word like verb subject to the predicate 

Plus I got the etiquette 

To keep it moving, and showing cats how it's done 

'Cause it's the verbal combat, position number one 

We keep it beaming like a beacon 

If it's clearance that you're seeking 

Whether black or Puerto Rican 

People back us when we're speaking 

We got the kind of rhymes that get you ready for the weekend 

To the mass amount of legions that came for party pleasing 

Our temperature is freezing, all kind of different regions 

The rhythm is the reason you're checking for what we've done 

Please son, our thesis, will rip your crew in pieces 

Your rhymes ain't right, homeboy, you ain't in season 

Ayo my quality control, captivates your party patrol 

Your mind, body, and soul 

For whom the bell tolls, let the rhythm explode 

Big, bad, and bold B boys of old 

Yo, yo, well it's the angelic man relic clan repellent 

My plan parent manuscripts withstand bullets 

Flashing like a Japan tourist, we command pure hits 

While you cramming to understand these contraband lyrics 

My fam submits to pray, 5 times a day 

Climbing into your mind with live rhyme display 

J 5 finds a way to remain supreme 

Coming verbally Hardison as if my name was Kadeem 

Ayo my team Dreamworks without Spielberg or spill words 

Communicate from the earth throughout the universe 

I transmit, transcripts, transcontinental lyrics 

Deeply rooted in the spirit 

Up, I love the power of words, nouns and verbs 

The pen and the sword, liquid stick on award 

No folklore or myths in my penmanship 

The Panther Scholar Warriors is what I present, uh 

Verbally decapitating those against a 

Jihad [Foreign Content] words make sense 

You gots to get up on your vocab, you gots to have vocab 

Letters makes words, and sentences makes paragraphs 

Quality control 

Small 7 Tuna fish in the dock fish roll 

Like producers of the highest quality rather 

Can I do smart 

Yo, I make the pen capsize, the verbal with the planted eyes 

Planning knives every pair that I utilize 

Spit juice, crack blood from your tooth 

Inflict truths, speak Allah's 99 Attributes 

You baby M C's drink Pedialyte 

My underground doesn't like you, the media might 

But we the defeat will change that 

As we bridge gaps in this lyrical grudge match, brothers we slug back 

Yeah, we bless tracks with the help of a raw rap 

Inprinted like poor tracks all over your brain rack 

My mental maneuver will clear and steer right through ya 

We Grand like Puba, understand that we move ya 

Ayo, my rhythm reveal roller coaster real deal 

Revolutionize with active build 

I plant my dreams in the field and wait to harvest my skills 

For the starving M C, hungry trying to get the meal 

Ayo my quality control, captivates your party patrol 

Your mind, body, and soul 

For whom the bell tolls, let the rhythm explode 

Big, bad, and bold B boys of old 

We are goin' to take a trip back in time 

Are you ready to get into time machine 

OK fasten your seat belts 

Are you ready? Let's go