The Bread Winner Songtext
von Jurassic 5

No
Should I mentioned that your life′s is a vital part of your body in competition
With the T to the U N A bread winner
Lyrical land spinner
That's hitting you dead centres
Should i let ya
No
Should I mentioned that your life′s is a vital part of your body in competition
With the T to the U N A bread winner
Lyrical land spinner
That's hitting you dead centre
(Chali 2na)
Yo!
With three syllables i prepare to blast the beast
And hermetic masterpiece;
Last but not least; hash and hot lease
With gas masks with ease
We smash; you got beef
Intact; give it with wimps lack this grim fact
Heat rocks crack you sheet rocks on impact


No error from syntax; Prepare your fence black
I'm buried within tracks; compare me to Rembrandt
In this world of rap; I′m judged by my sentences
I (Unknown) to explain how immense this is
No senselessness; we condense this stress.
Like the part that make you voodoo
The wicked and wretch; we making your task obsolete
Coming at me sideways like you had lost (Unknown)
Dispersing lots of heat; you got stuck in the hot seat
And got weak with ink; you couldn′t spot defeat
Should i let ya
No
Should I mentioned that your life's is a vital part of your body in competition
With the T to the U N A bread winner
Lyrical land spinner
That′s hitting you dead centre
(Chali 2na)
Ima' try to rally the troops;
You′ll think I'm very offensive
Scenario twists through your stereo system
I set you trippin′ and then try to triple my income
Descriptions vary like dinner; this is a Dim Sum
Exempt none; racism is a symptom
People carry tradition like hypnotical victims
"Jurassic get shit done"
Jurassic we kick linguistics like lyrical sex shit
A colony of ants that be fucking up your pick nick
Keeping people addicted while others go undetected
The ones elected to cleanse and disinfect with words
And while we whoop the cry;
Your troop decline
Groups that rhyme be rocking suits that shine
Sometime but with acute design;
How we route this crime
Lose with mind when i up shoot your spine
Should i let ya
No
Should I mentioned that your lifes is a vital part of your body in competition
With the T to the U N A bread winner
Lyrical land spinner
That'ss hitting you dead center
(Phone)
Chali tune...
What's up baby
I don′t know what time it is out there
But it′s like four o' clock out here
Make sure you tell them niggers that (Unknown) said God of the country of the cotton plant
You heard me?
(Laughter)
(Chali 2na)
Yo, appear hostile;
Flared nostril;
Glare stops you;
Fear caught you; mere talks,
You dared not to
Here are your green trees and red faunto will head hunt you; one stunt, we′ll confront you
See something hot has got you stiff as a statue
Ripping in passsion; you tipping in cash when we mash
Poetically outlast you; Will to rock you
Words of god will stop Nosferatu
A boy goes who
To stop your life clock
You might not; get your props toos
With the Jacques Cousteau
Repping the dope; (Unknown) (Unknown)
Words mingle and make you tingle like some peppermint soap
Ripping your throat;
Is a lesson in hope
Listen as if you stepping in soap
I let the
Approach us and;
Ferocious;
And provoke us;
Get choked up, and close up
Well we poke just from (Unknown) bliss
And hope for the people out there who hopeless
Get close up
Approach us;
(Chorus 2x)
Should i let ya
No
Shoulda I mentioned that your life's is a vital part of your body in competition
With the T to the U N A bread winner
Lyrical land spinner
That′s hitting you dead center