J-Live

[J-Live]
For underground metaphors
You can scrape an inch below the turf, for what its worth
My styles been developed in the core of the Earth
The exhales volcanic, the inhale is seismic
So brothers just panic when he Live one arrives with
The natural ability to run through your crew
From 2-1-4 to 2-1-3 to 2-1-2
In other words, from Dallas, to L.A., to the place where J stay
Everyday is mayday
So you can talk your trash on how youre wettin MCs
with mad blood stains but Ill bet you cant stand the rain
I look upon your brain with disdain
Go back and reflect on my endeavors black I cant complain
Its like a raw deal, consistant with the way I make you feel
The ends stay revealed while the means I conceal
And those who try to steal get decapitated
You wanna snatch my H2O type flow, but it evaporated
I displays my credentials over instrumentals
And my potential, increases at a rate thats exponential
Its detremental questionin my thesis
The penetrations exact, like amniocentesis
I rip your rhyme to pieces after drainin out your fluid
My vocab is fluent yours is evident of being truant
I know you wanna make moves but son you best to take a second look
Before my knight takes your rook
[Chorus:]
Cause everybodys rappin, and only few can flow
So why the hell they tryin to deal with Live I dont know
I handle true MCs on their block or at their show
So if you come with bull kid, keep it on the low
[J-Live]
Cause yo, I got the hairsplittin, self-written unbitten style
that leaves the competition running scared and shakin in their pants
You best to set it off cause black it aint no second chance
once Im open, all you doin is hopin that the Live one
will put the mic down, but son dont try to snatch it after
The laughter wont cease from the comparison, how dare you son
Step around the booth when Im on
The microphone magician says poof, youre gone with the wind
Theres no trace of your friends cause you dont know where the
beginning ends or where the end begins
But you see thats the difference, you get sold, I get paid
Black I told you, get paid
If youre broke Ill have to rain on your parade
You belong in Special Ed if you think you Got It Made
J-Live with the mic is like the chef with the blade
Cause suckers get sliced and sauteed
Yeah, you thought your joint was fly but the flight was delayed
because
[Chorus: x2]
[J-Live]
Cause yo, I take the grey matter of pretenders
through my mental blender, and then return to sender
My pen dont pretend to offend
I intend to render MCs, hangin loose like a fender bender
I recommend regardless of your gender
That you strike messin with J-Live from your agenda
And remember that whoever lends a helpin hand to defend ya
Will get burned to a cinder
As I end the, reign of wack MCs with their suicidal tendencies
Renderin me sick, with the thoughts of killin enemies
But then I return to reality
Metaphorically murderin MCs when they battle me
You cant rattle me
Im not your average snake slitherin through the grass
I surpass the serpent as I head to class
You consider me crass as I wax that ass; styles no joke
but you best belive I gets the last laugh
[ Braggin Writes Lyrics ]