Braggin' Writes
J-Live
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For underground metaphors
How deep must you drill just to reach the black gold
Known as the J-Live flow
For comprehension, mind you
Probably too deep for followers to find you
Son, need I remind you, pay attention
'Cause when the pen hands come quicker than the wise eyes
The thoughts'll be light years ahead of the ears, dear
Watch this catch right there's and ooh yeah's all year
'Cause G took the bass out and Finn'll put the snares there
Don't fiend for props when you finally get the idea
I know you're getting warmer but you're still nowhere near
Close enough you need to relate
I've been fly since America had thirteen states
Fertilizing on beats found in Bayou backwater swap meets
To get up in that ass like feats with cleats
So the same MCs that claim streets elite
Are having dreams of defeats in they pissy bedsheets
I greet mics like Rosa Parks greets bus seats
'Cause who needs permission when the flavor's this sweet?
And half of y'all is wishing you could snack on these treats
But biters catch cavity creeps
So I suggest that you mind your P's and Q's from A to Z
'Cause these inhales still entail earthquakes
And leaves no room for mistakes
So if your vision's blurry as mine then do a double take 'cause
I know you wanna make moves
But son, you best to take a second look
Display my credentials over instrumentals
I know you wanna make moves
But son, you best to take a second look
And lessen with J-Live from your agenda and remember
I got the hair-splitting, self-written, unbitten
Style that makes the competition wish I was their label mate
So get it straight like hetero
Place alive in city, state or federal
So rational, the J-train runs international
To express local views
With no time for coastal divisions by local crews
So sleep and set your clock on snooze
You can still get the worm like the early bird
As I peruse through the archives of rhyme books from yesteryear
To review my older lyrics and my obsolete styles
It's funny 'cause the shit that I was writing back then
Is sounding better than the music that you're putting out now
'Cause everybody rapping but only few can say
They got the kind of lyrics that are comparable to J
I'm good at what I do, call it work or call it play
Might even take a L one time but not today, so um
I know you wanna make moves
But son, you best to take a second look
Belonging specially if you think you're going with me
I know you wanna make moves
But son, you best to take a second look
Brothers just panic when the Live's on the rise
I know you wanna make moves
But son, you best to take a second look
Every day is mandate
I know you wanna make moves
But son, you best to take a second look
Poof, poof, you're gone with the wind
I take repeat offenders, pretenders through a cross-examination
To hear an explanation of the situation
The verdict comes without much deliberation
'Cause they confess to cheating off the answers of my tests
I guess it's 'cause they're average
Whereas my score is way above the mean
Matter of fact, it's unbelievable, true
So props are due lump sum
But I'ma simply take 'em one by one
Consider it account receivable, achievable
Naturally, my juice is beat, uncarbonated
My soda pop raps are popular as lemonade
My paper covers rock and rock smashes scissors
Still live with the mic is like a chef with the blade
So scissors ain't required for me
To rip rap sheets to shreds and turn heads into pendulums
And then some, while some get slick with sick lyrics
That need to be hand-delivered, I transcend 'em
The bottom line'll be the last one but not the worst one
Consistent to leave you reminiscing 'bout the first one
But all are be examples of the rap
While some spoke jokes to provoke but I still gets the last laugh