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A Day At The Races

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With overwhelmingly joyous accreditation to Songwriters Dante Givens, David Axelrod, Lucas Macfadden, Marc Stuart, Charles Stewart, Antonio Hardy, John Simon, Courtenay Henderson, and Mark Potsic, The StOOpid Spoken Word Band presents Jurassic 5’s, A Day at the Races.

Welcome to this little Music PowWow which will draw its energy from the impending Music PowWow’s Music-PowWow Pow-Pow Power?

The Ex-ness of this piece is clearly clusive but the bomb it drops will doubtless be In-.


My Metaphor for this Musical Madness is simply to Move and Motivate Those with Musical Talents. Scan Headlines to find that you’ll Read it in Bold Print, that We are Holding it Down and then you’ll want to Lick a shot of Hip Hop when we’re in Your Town. Ah! Master-Blaster Sound. Freak the Future Far from Here and Now with STYLE! Release and Increase the Peace, Eh? Bubble with the Beat until they are Feeling the Heat in the STREETS! NOW, Each One, Teach One. Reach One and on ONE, we ALL Listen for the Warrior’s Drum! Beating up the block with the ghetto-hop, that knocks and make you WANT to Crash THAT spot‽ And Unlock, Explode the Alpha and Omega Code (Boom). With Drum Rolls and Old Soul, we Uphold what was Foretold to SCORES of Six Years ago. Fast flow from G-Rap to Cool Moe Dee. Super-Syllable. Major-to-the-Minimal. Every individual here simply BOUNCE to This Tempo, yo. Now, with Lungs Collapsing, & Ample Raps still Trapped inside of me‽ One quickly sees that the only way to make it happen is Jaw-Drapping Fast-Rapping!

Setting me up to play the Hot Dog that Runs the Hottest Monologue and STARS in Poetic Inserts and Yes Yalls! My Speech is like Holding Two Glocks Apiece, It IS the Outreach that ROCKS Police Officials. Those Super Adventure Men that portend to put SOMETHING in Bitches. We Win when We Write the Emmy-Winner. Get it Hyped off Any-Printer! And I came to Get It so Hit it! Like Operation Push, operate the tush on this Black Octopussy of Soul, out on Her Inter-Planetary patrol. She planted her gold and lo and behold‽ It’s the Brother Doc, Ready to Rock his cock. And I am Thirsty! So yall shouldn’t stop your hobbies that I have KNOWN you for, like the Lumberjack is known to Chop-Chop. With me, ever-being the Wordsmith: I write in block letters of cursive. To curse this circus with hopes to serve this surface as I Bemusedly Watch how The Fuckers Fret over some fly Casuhnova with the Frankincense Odor‽


Bear Witness to where Riches will make Career Bitches Share Pictures! When the Ears Get This Your BRAIN’s Software Glitches to Splatter your brains and Leave Scattered Remains of Matter, and Stains that will Explain how you were Battered and Slain. I get Rude and Go to your show and use a whole ROW of Fans to BOO and throw you off until you Lose Your FLOW like a Pro, I am MEAN like Joe Greene and I Blow your Theme to put your WHOLE TEAM on their Paws like they’re on Cold Cream. Then, I’ll demonstrate Laughter when I Flow Faster and see Your Hoe Going After her WEAVE when I blow past her! I’m Dapper. Plus Ghetto, and just pedaling! When the Dust is Settling, and we are left in the Rubble and Crushed Metal, Nurses with Hurses Sealing, Conversed with Lit Purses‽ Like O’s -sahmah Or -Bahmah, I’m going to cause Trauma and Homicides when I Collide, I get Comma-Kahzy!


Big Daddy Kane tells us that; Baby, he walks HARD in the projects. On the Streets of Brooklyn, he says, “I’m a Crew of D-Cepts!” On Streets of L.A., I’m a Whole E-Set and on the Tracks of Jurassic I’m a Whole E-Set! I’m STILL That Gucci Dressing, Still mad-Coochie-Pressing; BECAUSE my Pimp Game Smoothness Gets Them. I don’t use discretion‽ Leave it so a Cop TENDS to be Stressing because FUCK Explaining it. Who’s HE Testing‽!‽ Fitting to Still Perform in All Physical Forms; Leave your Ass Shaking like a Mystikal Song.Please, Dumb Fool, what Type of Shit were you On? Because, man, to Compress a Brother, Means One Less Of Brothers! All I want is my Brothers out Recruiting a Slimmy. All I want is my Liver all Polluted with Remmy. Duel with Any! Bring it, I’ll Face-Off, Son, because YOU are Out of Your League like when Michael Jordan was with Baseball!

Mister Tuna?


Ahh Yes. Your Majesty Word Flash Photography! Third Class Economy Blades Slash Your Artery, Nerve Gassed Anatomy. Blurred past Dramatically, Herbs Hashed, my Words are Smash Packed Agility. And Never Pre Dict Abill Itty. Maneuvers of Mind are Fully Designed because I’m True to The Rhyme as We Do the Sublime; Cracking your Backbones, attacking your Whack Clones with my Vernacular Right and Exact, Capital Rap zone that Come Back like a Verbal Assault Rifle. But do we Fight like Stokely Carmichael‽ Nope! We are just like you. We are ALL Broke, so there’s no telling what we might do and That Ain’t No Joke! Provoke the Right TO Reverse, to Seek Mercy with the King Asiatic and Percy P. You haven’t heard the Worst of Me until your Chest Explodes to Three Dee while I Spit Venom and Burn Your Body like an S.T.D.!

I’ve got a crisp twenty on the next brother who comes stepping to me wrong. They make me mess around a lick because the’ve done cheated MY Theme Song. Now, this might seem wrong but this is a mean song where we Crush like King-Kong and just like ping pong, back and forth I Speak Knowledge and toss like finishing time to floss. Hey, you Know that my Verbal Affirmation si to Always Go Off and when syllables slide, you’ll be enjoying the vibe when you think of the pride you’ll imbibe at the sight of j5‽ When another deadly medley comes Lighs, Camera, & Action, Yes! We come heavy, aiming steady-slash machete with the Mazeratti engine Ready. Good and Plenty, don’t be petty. Count the confetti and we’ll jetty-off to a different city where we’ll do our nitty gritty. Hey, we are absolutely wild like Serengeti, tear it down and let’s seek it & set it. Alright now get ready for the ride and hang with MY Verbal Glide as I Write  & Stay Tight with the Mission in-sight. When you MURDER Worldwide? A Stage is your Knife.

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Yo, my metaphor, my musical madness
Move and motivate those with musical talents, uhh
Read it in bold print, we holdin’ it down
Lick a shot, hip-hop when we in yo’ town
Uhh, master blaster sound
Freak the future far from here and now
With style, release increase the peace, uhh
Bubble with the beat ’til they feelin’ the heat in the streets
Now each one, teach one, reach one, young gun
On one, listen to the warrior’s drum
Beatin’ up the block with the ghetto hop that knock
And make you wanna crash the spot
And unlock explode the alpha and omega code
(Boom)
With drum rolls and old soul, we uphold
And foretold to scores of six years ago
Fast flow from G. Rap to Kool Moe
Supasyllable, major to the minimal
Every individual, bounce to the tempo yo
Lungs collapse and raps be trapped in
The only way to make it happen, jaw-jappin’, fast rappin’
Yo, I’m the hot dog that run the hottest monologue
In star poetic inserts and yes y’all
My speech is like holding two glocks apiece
The outreach that rock police
The super adventure men portend to put somethin’ in bitches
Win when we write, the Emmy winner get hyped, off any printer
And I came to get it, hit it
Like operation push, operate the tush
Black octopus of soul, in inter-planetary patrol
I planted my gold, and low and behold
It’s the brother doc, ready to rock-rock
Don’t stop Hobbes, I known like the lumberjack chop chop
The wordsmith, I write in block letters of cursive
Curse my circus, serve this surface
And watch how the brother fet over
The fly Casanova with the frankincense odor
Bear witness to where riches’ll make career bitches share pictures
When the ears get this ya brainses software’ll glitches
Splatter your brains leave scattered remains of matter and stains
That’ll explain how you was battled and slain
I get rude and go, to your show and use a row
Of fans to boo and throw you off ’til you lose your flow
A pro mean like Joe Greene when I blow theme
Put your whole team on pause like cold cream
Then show laughter when I flow faster, your hoe haveta
Go after her weave from the breeze when I blow past ya
I’m dapper plus ghetto and just pedal
When the dust settles we left in the rubble the crushed metal
Nurses with hearses sealin’ conversed with lit purses
Spit fire, make you first to bit, try me
Like Osama, odoma’, I’ma cause trauma
And homicides when I collide I get kamikaze
Kane baby, walk hard, the P-jects
On streets of Brooklyn I’m a crew of D-cepts
On streets of L.A. I’m a whole E-set
On tracks with Jurassic I be the T-Rex
Still that Gucci dressin’, still that coochie pressin’
My pimp game smooth be-gets ’em
I don’t use discretion, cop tends to be stressin’
Fuck explainin’ it, who’s he testing?
Finsta perform all physical forms
Leave your ass shakin’ like a mystical song
Please Dumb, what type of shit was you on?
‘Cause man to compress a nigga mean one less a nigga
All I want is my niggaz all recruitin’ a slimy
All I want is my liver all polluted with Remi
Duel with any, bring it, I face-off
Son you out your league like Jordan was with baseball
Yeah, your majesty, word flash photography
Third class economy, blade slashed your artery
Nerve gassed anatomy, blurred past dramatically
Herbs hashed, my word splash packed agility
Never predictability
Maneuvers of mind fully designed ’cause I’m true to the rhyme
We do the sublime, crackin’ yo’ backbone, attackin’ you wack clones
Vernacular right and exact, capital rap zone
That come back verbal assault rifle
We fight like Stokely Carmichael
Nope! We just like you
We broke and ain’t no tellin’ what we might do ain’t no joke
Provoke the right to reverse to seek mercy
With the King Asiatic and Percy P
Ain’t heard the worst of me, until your chest 3-D
Spit venom and burn your body like a STD
Put a 20 on the next brother steppin’ to me wrong
I mess around a lick ’cause you done cheat on my theme song
This might seem wrong, but this is a mean song
Crushed like King-Kong, and just like ping-pong
Back and forth, I spit knowl’ and toss, it’s time to floss
My verbal affirmation is to always go off
When syllables slide you’ll be enjoyin’ the vibe
When consider it pride, it’s J5
When another deadly medley, camera action yo we heavy
Aim steady slash machete Mazeratti engine ready
Good and plenty don’t be petty count the fetti and we jetti
Off to another city where we do our nitty gritty
We wild like Serengeti, tear it down let’s seek and set it
Get ready, for the ride, verbally hand-glide
Write and stay tight, mission’s in sight
Murderer worldwide the stage is yo’ knife