[Intro X2]
There's too many rappers
Not enough poets
Not enough MCs
There's too many rappers
Not enough lyricists
How you wanna deal with this
I eat MCs so much this shit is gluttony
[Hook: R-Mean]
Welcome to Jurassic Park
Where the dinosaurs are real MCs
We ain't extinct yet
Spittin' fire in the dark
Flowing like a Ark over the seas
And we ain't sink yet
Welcome to Jurassic Park
Welcome to Jurassic Park
Welcome to Jurassic Park
Where the dinosaurs are real MCs
We ain't extinct yet
[Verse 1: KXNG Crooked]
When I think Jurassic, I think massive
I think of a Tyrannosaurus Rex sticking you in his picnic basket
Rippin' yo ass quick as plastic
Pickin' his teeth with the jacket tip of your fractured hip
That's what rappers get, a casket
Funeral service, I murder with a beautiful purpose
Shooters are nervous due to the verses
I'm aerodynamic, I'm a Pterodactyl
I shit on the Internet then I shoot through computers and circuits
I'm perfect, I'm berserk kid
All about bars like a nigga on his third bid
Gigabyte - rappers biting me since my first gig
Rhymes deep as an archaeologist when he earth dig (word)
Shit, I might wear a, pair of horns like a Tri-cera-tops
Stab everybody in this industry this is my era (stop)
A slight error, get popped by the nightmarish mic terror
Rappers say they dinosaurs, they don't want beef
Man them dudes herbivores
This is verbal war
You knockin' on murder's door
I can tell you whack, when you rap one word or more
Furthermore
There's too many rappers
Not enough poets
Not enough MCs
There's too many rappers
Not enough lyricists
How you wanna deal with this
I eat MCs so much this shit is gluttony
[Hook: R-Mean]
Welcome to Jurassic Park
Where the dinosaurs are real MCs
We ain't extinct yet
Spittin' fire in the dark
Flowing like a Ark over the seas
And we ain't sink yet
Welcome to Jurassic Park
Welcome to Jurassic Park
Welcome to Jurassic Park
Where the dinosaurs are real MCs
We ain't extinct yet
[Verse 1: KXNG Crooked]
When I think Jurassic, I think massive
I think of a Tyrannosaurus Rex sticking you in his picnic basket
Rippin' yo ass quick as plastic
Pickin' his teeth with the jacket tip of your fractured hip
That's what rappers get, a casket
Funeral service, I murder with a beautiful purpose
Shooters are nervous due to the verses
I'm aerodynamic, I'm a Pterodactyl
I shit on the Internet then I shoot through computers and circuits
I'm perfect, I'm berserk kid
All about bars like a nigga on his third bid
Gigabyte - rappers biting me since my first gig
Rhymes deep as an archaeologist when he earth dig (word)
Shit, I might wear a, pair of horns like a Tri-cera-tops
Stab everybody in this industry this is my era (stop)
A slight error, get popped by the nightmarish mic terror
Rappers say they dinosaurs, they don't want beef
Man them dudes herbivores
This is verbal war
You knockin' on murder's door
I can tell you whack, when you rap one word or more
Furthermore
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