to the voice registration system of True University universally you added hip hop one two for those that know in
who got the ta write a jam that you can ta over so fat, the nickname, Big Bertha It's probably the kid that half the crews never hearda whose mind travels than sex, drugs, and so when you play the role of the inserter I'm sorry if you're 85 and you would have a album of ignorance the is an experience the reasons why for the of sounding fly, but I grade your style the curve you don't deserve to receive the grade that let you build up the nerve to the rhyme that feeds you I need you to my words are whet with crystal-clear so they glisten and I in the blanks for all the answers that you're missing I'm rolling with the mongoose, snakes is steady hissing to my flaws like salt in sores they cannot be reformed I simply kill 'em by the fours so in other words, nah man, skip the see that the rewind's for, so be patient Cause is the direction that my pen should be draggin' to your dollar cabs into bandwagons
J-Live with the mic is like a chef a blade no man I cut ya like (repeat)
you see somewhere in between the old and the new school a master of the next came to teach the now Cause business class was steady old tricks on new fools so everybody rocks jewels, but can't nobody drop one-track-minded, blinded, thinking only cool & demand rules, replaced by A&R rules a of the next school who trying to hear that so principals and abroad began to fear that "If this guy makes an impact on the that we play, they'll end up having way too much control over grades!" see grades will status for power, so just like college you're so caught up in grades, you skip the 'F'ing knowledge See that's how music knowledge from listener to maker And that's why music maker switch from listener to so when the listener graduates to be an you still enslaved by the principles because they're first they make you imitate man's skill now you use your power for another man's the crowd's mental when they tell you sit still move the crowds pockets instead to get the yeah that's what the students gather from what the principal they make you think the world green instead of read but class is in session now so all stuff is dead I'm coming through with knowledge and wisdom to fill your
J-Live the mic is like a chef with a blade no man I cut ya like (repeat X 3)
"now wait a what the hell chopping trees have to do with culinary?" that's the kid, analyse the lyric the moment that you hear it, see, cause most don't have the skill to utilize their ears' as a garbage filter so their brain gets and congested by the time and the effort invested in illusion and by the time's definition of by the time you get the facts, outnumbered in confusion so I come, to get shit off my and up in you and I come, to make you feel at home with power and I come, to seeds of responsibility Cause I come, than a sleepless cold shower and refreshing reprimanding those who claim they're representing by clarity Cause when a mouthfull don't equal an eyeful, an sound awful at least that's how it to me so I lead by in my sound-proof room and the comp gets trampled on my wack-proof and my be ample in the packed classroom Cause my are reflected on an ink-filled page