[JLive] 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 the Live one arrives with The natural ability to run through your crew From 214 to 213 to 212 In other words, from Dallas, to L.A., to the place where J stay Everyday is mayday So you can talk your shit on how youre wettin MCs With mad blood stains but Ill bet you cant stand the rain Im lookin on 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 but 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 fuckin with my thesis The penetrations exact, like amniocentesis I rip your shit 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 [Hook] Cause everybody 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 [JLive] Cause yo, I got the hairsplittin, selfwritten 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 Background The Best Part, is brought to you by the letters J, L, I, V, and E 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 played If youre broke Ill have to rain on your parade You belong in Special Ed if you think you got it made JLive with the mic is like the chef with the blade Cause suckers get sliced and sauteed Yeah, you thought your shit was fly but the flight was delayed Because [Hook repeat 2x] [JLive] 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 fuckin with JLive 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
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