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who got the ta a jam that you can swerve ta over tracks so fat, the nickname, Big It's probably the kid that the crews have never hearda whose mind travels sex, drugs, and murder so you play the role of the timeless inserter I'm sorry if you're 85 and you would preferred a album full of the place is an before the why for the sake of fly, but I your style without the curve Cause you deserve to the grade that might let you build up the nerve to bite the rhyme feeds you I need you to my words are whet with crystal-clear wisdom so they and I fill in the blanks for all the that you're missing I'm rolling with the mongoose, cause is steady hissing to expose my flaws like in sores since cannot be reformed I simply kill 'em by the fours so in words, nah man, skip the explanation see what the rewind's for, so be patient Cause this is the that my pen should be draggin' to transform dollar cabs into bandwagons
J-Live with the mic is like a chef with a no man I cut ya lumber (repeat)
you see somewhere in between the old school and the new a master of the school came to the now school Cause business class was playing old tricks on new fools so everybody rocks jewels, but can't nobody drop one-track-minded, blinded, thinking pop's cool & demand rules, replaced by A&R rules a scholar of the school who wasn't trying to that so principals and teachers abroad to fear that "If this guy an impact on the students 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 letter grades, you the 'F'ing knowledge See that's how knowledge switch from listener to maker And that's why music switch from listener to faker so when the listener to be an artist you still enslaved by the principles because heartless first they make you imitate another man's now you use your for another man's will move the crowd's mental they tell you sit still move the pockets instead to get the bread yeah that's what the students gather from the principal said they make you think the world bleeds instead of read but class is in session now so all that stuff is I'm coming through knowledge and wisdom to fill your head
J-Live with the mic is like a chef with a no man I cut ya like (repeat X 3)
"now wait a what the does chopping trees have to do with culinary?" the spirit kid, analyse the lyric from the moment you hear it, see, cause most don't have the skill to utilize their ears' as a garbage filter so brain gets clogged and congested by the time and the effort invested in illusion and by the time's of reality by the time you get the facts, they're outnumbered in so I come, to get shit off my and up in you and I come, to make you feel at with your power and I come, to plant of responsibility Cause I come, harder a sleepless cold shower and refreshing reprimanding who claim they're representing by demanding clarity Cause when a mouthfull don't an eyeful, an earful sound awful at least how it seems to me so I lead by example in my room and the gets trampled on my wack-proof stage and my answers be ample in the classroom Cause my thoughts are reflected on an page