The Best Part

by J-Live

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Prologue

Peace and welcome to “The Best Part”. What you are experiencing right now is the first official pressing and release of a body of work that is long long overdue. This album has been built, robbed, destroyed, rebuilt, held up, postponed, cancelled, shelved, bootlegged, analyzed, exploited, slept on, supported, patiently awaited, and appreciated, long before you got your hands on this slim neat little package.

This collection of thoughts, songs and relationships has literally been on the verge of completion since 1997. It was intended to finally be released in 1999. Most of the songs were written between 1995 and 1998. However, from the first to last verse, it reaches as far back as 1988 and stretches forward up to 2001. Throughout this tedious, relatively arduous process, the people involved in this project have
successfully delivered the intended message that was conceived, forged, and
galvanized through its delivery. The understanding is the best part.
Enjoy!

credits

released 27 March 2001

2001 Triple Threat Productions, Inc.
All rights reserved. Unauthorized duplication is a violation of applicable laws.

All Cuts by J-Live
EXCEPT
“The Best Part” which was done by DJ Premier
All joints recorded by Elliott “Oh, The Pain” (Ttwo Tts) Thomas at Fast Forward Studios NYC, and mixed by David Kennedy with his trusty assistant Mika at Jet Propulsion, mastered at Fast Forward Studios, NYC by Tim Backer
EXCEPT
“Wax Paper” which was mixed at Quad by Scott Harding
AND
“Kick It To The Beat” which was recorded at Unique and The Cutting Room by Mario Marin and Jeff Davis, respectively
AND
“Timeless” which was recorded at The Cutting Room by James Whipper.
AND
“The Best Part” which was recorded at D & D Studios by Eddie Sancho.

Asheru of the Unspoken Heard appears courtesy of
Seven Heads Recordings.

All praises due to Allah. Peace to the Gods and Earths and all human families of the planet Earth. In addition to all these wonderful people listed above who contributed their hard work and talents to this album, Justice Allah thanks.

My "Ole Dad" for giving me life and
My Ole Earth (MOM) Audrey Martin FOR DOING EVERYTHING ELSE IT TOOK TO HAVE ME, LOVE ME, RAISE ME, EDUCATE ME AND SEE THAT I KEPT THAT GIFT.
My elders; Grandma and Grandpa Martin (RIP), Aunt Lene, Aunt May May, and Aunt Jackie for all of the unconditional love from day One.
Uncle Donald (RIP), Mickey, Marie and Steve for all of their love and support.
My brothers I Divine Allah, Takhim Allah, Siheem Allah, True Master Allah, Understanding Allah, all the Gods I've had the pleasure and the privilege to build with, and the entire 5% Nation.
My whole family, uncles, aunts, cousins, nephews, nieces, and also those I have yet to meet.
My colleagues, teachers, students from JHS 263 Hunter, and IS 296 Halsey who strive to set and exceed new standards in education.
Mark Johnson, and the Johnson family, and ALL of my true friends from around the way. All my peeps from Central Park East and SUNY Albany
Everybody who helped J-Live survive and pay dues throughout the years. People like Chris Crossphader, DP One, James DL Ellison, Lamont Temple, Chairman Mao, Sarah Honda, DJ Premier, Allison Pember, Doug Nyce Nettingham, Mr. Complex, Stretch Armstrong and Bobbito Cucumber Slice Garcia, Selwyn Seyfu Hinds, The Rap Writers Workshop at Riverside, Jeanine Davis, DJ Avee, Rachel Josil, Gabriel Guity, the whole Spark of the Dark, Richard Chong, Kitara Bingham, Tone Waweru, Sam Wilson, Frank Franklin, Natalie Porter, The whole 7Heads Massive, Serena Wills The Unspoken Heard, DMS Country and the CVEES, All the emcees and deejays I know and love, all the producers and business people I’ve learned from, and even joseph the snake.

To all those listeners who have waited for this
project to be completed and supported and
represented throughout my career. Thank you. Not everybody gets this many chances to shine.
Exectutive Producers: J-Live for Triple Threat
Productions, Inc. and Wes Jackson for
Seven Heads Ent., Ltd.

Visit us at www.j-live.net and
www.sevenheads.com

Management: Seven Heads Management,
718-237-2045 management@sevenheads.com

Photography: Kwaku Alston / Frank Franklin

Art Direction / Design: Sam Wilson for
With a Mouse Design, 917-586-6152

J-LIVE logo designed by Understanding Allah for III Ent.

Legal: Theo Sedlmayr for Cutler & Sedlmayr, LLP, 270 Lafayette Street, Suite 695, NYC 10012

Triple Threat Productions, Inc.
70 Washington St. Suite 407
Brooklyn, NY 11201

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Track Name: Outside Looking
Outside Looking

East to West I’m a contender with the best.
More or less you’re a pretender just confess.
Sell your mic and buy a bike because you’re weak, or
Take a hike, when the J-Live starts to speak.
Save that stuff for the toilet and watch me flush.
My styles a snow blizzard yours is just the slush.
I’m like a red wood, and your just saw dust.
I’m like a pizza, and brother you’re just the crust.
So when you see the place to be is the place I’m at.
J L I V E makin’ hits like a baseball bat.
So when you hear me on the radio start recording.
If rap was basketball, I’d take he air out of Jordan.
On the mic, I’ll never stutter, stall or
Cough. When I go Psycho Norman Bates better step off.
I’ll take him or his Mother in a battle, cause
Me on a stage, is like a cowboy in a saddle.
Track Name: Got What It Takes
Got What It Takes

Ayo
Callin’ all hot college radio spots. I’m
Comin’ to your city playin’ connect the dots. If you
Can’t bite the apple then we brought the apple sauce. What it
Means is I’m versatile and still got the Motts when it
Comes to the shit you love that get you love in
Places where nothing else does. The underground rise
Track Name: Don't Play
Don’t Play

It’s been a
Long time coming but the blood doesn’t flow with the
Wait as we dead all the damn debate.
Anticipate this change gon come. You damn straight. Non
Stop till my name preceded by the great. I get
Around like digital Pac, and been around like the
Ice cream truck on your block, and hold it down with a
Squirt gun deep in your sink, spittin’ around tight
Wisdom making you think. If you around light
Sweetheart you can reflect. Don’t put it down cause you
Need art you cant respect. I know it sound not
Quite like what you expect. Type underground meaning
Not just after the check. If you predict this
Mist you can hardly detect will draw you up plus
Six then you stand correct. Lost and found no
Joke. If you sleep or neglect then suck a dick till it’s
Poking out the back of your neck. Now bring it in.

DON’T PLAY GAMES WITH J CAUSE YOU’LL SEE ON THE
SIDELINES YOUR FANS BE ON MINE
REPEAT

I heard nice guys finish last. But see this theory doesn’t
Quite explain the reason I’m letting yawl rat racers
Leave the gate ahead of time and still politely waiting
For you at the finish line. Some people find it so
Amazing how I put a rhyme together and bring it to
Life like Dr. Frankenstein. I hope you can handle the
Truth cause see I’m frank with mine. So it be seeming like I’m
Actin kinda stank at times. But see my lines are built for
Battle like a tank design. Running through obstacles like
Popeye during Spinach time. I got some rules and
Regulations to diminish crime. And if you follow’em you
Could become a friend of mine. Some catch amnesia with their
Lyrics and remember mine. Then they forget that it’s a
Tool I use to speak my mind. But then they even got the
Nerve to try to freak my rhymes. But they get ate like they was
Paint and I was turpentine. Now bring it in.

REFRAIN

Its been a
Long time going but you still got a bounce in your
Neck till your problems feel neglect. Its
Incorrect if you still detect all of the stress from the
Folks that expect to divide your check. See that’s the
Shit that be making you think soon as your ship comes
In you’ll be ready to sink. The mind state got
Some scared of leaving their block. Phobiatic they’ll be
Going out like Biggie and Pac. Now meanwhile some will
Swing it and it come out great. Find a shorty give you
Wop till you can’t see straight. Tell her bounce in the
Morning she won’t even debate. Call her back next
Night and she just can’t wait. Peep the former home
Alone now he feel irate. Trying to front upon the
Style that the Live create. You hear the same word
Twice and wanna file a complaint. Well check the order of the
Line that’ll set things straight. Now bring it in.

REFRAIN
Track Name: Vampire Hunter J
Vampire Hunter J

Vampire Hunter
J. I let you know from the get go. A little
Garlic and a cross won’t stop this blood suckinest,
Slave makinist, hostage takinest, sneakiest,
Continental rapist. Make no mistake in this.
I’m not speakin’ on a fictional figment of
Folklore, but more like the type to provoke war.
Spreadin’ lies to the poor, spread a plague with a cure,
When opportunity knocks he locks doors, to

Ensure outlasting prescribed expiration. The
Reign of the undead, is self preservation. He
Feeds off the lives of others. But not with fangs in your
Jugular, he uses the drugs and gun smugglers.
Leavin’ a trail of mindless zombies childless
Mommies. Protected by powerful armies as they
Guard the beast who hides by days, in a
Deep dark coffin to block the sun rays.

VAMPIRE HUNTER
J. I LET YOU KNOW FROM THE GET GO, A LITTLE
GARLIC AND A CROSS DON’T STOP THESE BLOOD SUCKINEST
SLAVE MAKINIST , HOSTAGE TAKINIST, SNEAKIEST
CONTINENTAL RAPIST. VAMPIRE HUNTER
J. FROM DUSK TILL DAWN I TAKE ON THE
TASK OF UNMASKING THE SNAKE IN THE GRASS AND WAKE
UP THE SLEEP WALKERS TILL THEY’RE ABLE TO SEE, TO SHAKE
UP THE SHAPE SHIFTERS IN THE POWERS THAT BE.

Vampire Hunter
J. So here I stand with stake in hand at the
Heart of the problem with the root of all evil. If
Knowing the enemy will be your only protection, the
window’s will expose his lack of reflection. But you
Sit at home waitin’ for the devil you like, with a
Mystery meat to put in your last supper. His
Lies hypnotize with a promise of gold. By the
Time you even realize, you lost control. Oppressed
People got power but demons conceal it, to
Steal it and wield it, print money to shield it. They
Flip tricks, monopolies dominate politics, to
Blood suck the many, but I choose to reveal it. I’m
So powerful, I let your whole world revolve around me
And have it spinning so fast you cant feel it. And
Eight minutes later the truth shines to build. From
Sunlight, the vampire’s have no shield. So they’ll
Wither and die, with their stolen blood drippin’ from my
double edge sword, on my own crusade to take
back from the wicked what was founded in peace. It won’t
stop till the ten percent nightmare cease.

REFRAIN
Track Name: Yes!
YES!

IT GOES 1 FOR YOU, 1 FOR ME
2 FOR YOU, 1 2 FOR ME
3 FOR YOU, 1 2 3 FOR ME
4 FOR YOU, WELL LETS SEE WHAT YOU WANT
HOT SHIT OR DOPE SHIT? YES. WHAT YOU NEED
FREEDOM OR JUSTICE? YES. WHAT YOU LIKE
LIGHT SKINNED OR DARKSKINNED? YES. WHO ARE YOU THE
BOMBER OR THE MARKSMAN? YES.

Its the pinpoint
Accurate assassin in the bushes or B2
Style wiping your spot off the map. Its the kamikaze
With the parachute. Live nigga rap. You don’t want my
Fist caught in your mouth, shut your trap. I heard you got a
Jones for keepin’ up with the Jones. The only problem
Is all your Joints is wack. This kid tried to
Tell me you the bomb word to mother. Come to find out,
He on your street team under cover. Well if that ain’t the
Pot calling the kettle for the tea party. Smooth move
Ex lax who said you ain’t shit. You need to come to
Grips with the fact that your slipping. Shooting off the
Mouth but forgot to put your clip in. Meanwhile
Somewhere on the east side of Top Hat truly yours
Plotting like Pinky and the Brain. To have it both
Ways with the lion share coin toss show forth and
Prove whose the master in the game. That’s why it goes

1 FOR YOU, 1 FOR ME
2 FOR YOU, 1 2 FOR ME
3 FOR YOU, 1 2 3 FOR ME
4 FOR YOU, WELL LETS SEE. YO WHAT YOU GOT
HEADS OR TAILS? YES. STREET PROPS
OR RECORD SALES? YES. WHO ARE YOU
GOD OR A BLACK MAN? YES. WHERE YOUR COMP AT THE
FIRE OR THE FRYING PAN? YES.

Don’t you see? My
mentality is sort of like the boomerang effect. Over your
Head but hit you in the back of your neck. Fuckin’
With Live for wins what the fuck you expect? That’s like your
Girl tossing your salad to get to get your respect. The kind of
Job Tenesseins wouldn’t volunteer for, whether
You Tee Martin or Chamique Holdsclaw. Like
Playing chicken with a truck in a rickshaw. Quick
Draw rip your rap books to cole slaw. Break
Your fake stain glass jaw to jig saw.
Transformate your hard facial glacior with
Pure lazor cut lyrical razor. Make
Sure hators get what they paid for. Stage
or CD DC dee jay or emcee. Just
I C E or L I V E. Paper back best seller or your cable TV make
All eyes see just why it must be what

1 FOR YOU, 1 FOR ME
2 FOR YOU, 1 2 FOR ME
3 FOR YOU, 1 2 3 FOR ME
4 FOR YOU, WELL LETS SEE YO WHAT YOU WANT
HOT SHIT OR DOPE SHIT? YES. WHAT YOU NEED
FREEDOM OR JUSTICE? YES. WHAT YOU
LIGHT SKINNED OR DARK SKINNED? YES. WHO ARE YOU THE
BOMBER OR THE MARKSMAN? YES. WHAT YOU GOT
HEADS OR TAILS? YES. STREET PROPS
OR RECORD SALES? YES. WHO ARE YOU
GOD OR A BLACKMAN? YES. WHERE YOUR COMP AT THE
FIRE OR THE FRYING PAN? YES. WHAT YOU CUTTIN WITH YOUR
LEFT HAND OR RIGHT HAND? YES. WHAT YOU GOT THE RIGHT
TOOLS OR THE RIGHT PLAN? YES. WHAT YOUR PLANT NEED
SUNSHINE OR WATERING? YES. WHERE YOU GOING MAN
JAPAN OR MARYLAND? YES. HOW YOU GETTING THERE
SUBWAY OR DOLLAR VAN? YES. WHAT YOU NEED A
COUNTACH OR A CARAVAN? YES. WHERE WE EATING
PITTSBURGH OR NEW ORLEANS? YES. WHAT YOU WANNA KEEP
THAT OR RECORD AGAIN? YES.
1 FOR YOU, 1 FOR ME
2 FOR YOU, 1 2 FOR ME
3 FOR YOU, 1 2 3 FOR ME
4 FOR YOU, WELL LETS SEE
Track Name: Them That's Not
Them That’s Not

Once upon a
Time there was a brother named Castro. Had a little
Problem with his cash flow word. More than once upon a
Time he had a dream to clock mad dough. Only at the
Time it all seemed absurd. Then he saw a
Light bulb flash up in his forehead, shined so
Bright he had to close both eyes. Said whoever
Hit em for the average poor asshole ‘bout to be
Hit for they biggest surprise. Now meanwhile
Still short one pot to piss in not to mention
Any window to throw it out. Looking like
Who don’t you want and where’d it come from, sippin’ on
Chicken wings smackin’ on stout. Stepped to his
Boy at the label of the month like yo what’s the
Haps kid lemmie get a deal. Got a dope
Song sounds just like Soandso. Whatsisname
Wrote it for me even more ill. Make ya wanna
Holla like Marvin. Did I mention I’m starvin’, and quite thirst. Meaning what
Meaning that Imma do whatever it takes to make
Sure they play my hit first on the Bill
Board and last on the countdown, like contact on that show. So what’s
Up black yo how that’s sound? If you down then c’mon lets go. Down to the
Studio right now. Bring me that crate with told hits. Make that
Beat with the right sound so that crowd’ll wanna go get in that
Club with the deejay. He be on the radio all day. I get in
Cool with him even though he fake as a toupee. I’ll roll with
Ballers and thugs to make my image legit. Even
Though back in the days they told me I wasn’t shit. I’m at the
Cinderella ball now it just don’t quit. And fuck
That, I’ll shrink my feet, if the shoe don’t fit. I make it
Happen like hormones, you been forewarned. I got you
Mad now, cause I’m kicking that popcorn that blows

Up in a couple minutes. Expanding pockets till your
Girl’s hand’s all in it. I see your shorty staring
At me on the guest line. But these four back
Stage will do me just fine. All five ask for my
Joint on the request line. So if you stress me I can
Tell you through the grape vine. Its like this

THEM THAT’S
GOT SHALL GET THEM THAT’S NOT SHALL LOSE BUT MAN
YOU GOTTA GET IT WHILE THE GETTING IS GOOD NOW IF
YOU COULD GET IT ALL THIS MUCH AND THIS FAST DON’T BE
TELLING ME YOU WOULDN’T CAUSE I KNOW THAT YOU
WOULD.
THEM THAT’S
GOT SHALL GET THEM THAT’S NOT SHALL LOSE BUT GOD
YOU GOTTA GET IT WHILE THE GETTING IS GOOD NOW IF
YOU COULD GET IT ALL THIS MUCH AND THIS FAST
DON’T BE TELLING ME YOU WOULDN’T CAUSE I KNOW THAT YOU WOULD.

I’m number one but the
Bullet can’t hack it now. The Billboard need a
Full metal jacket now. You see my face all
Day till it make you sick. I got a hand full of
Cars you can take your pick. Now who’d a thought this
Bullshit song a have me seen, in every video and
Every other magazine, with more attention than a
Jet black drag queen at a convention with a
Grand dragon klansmin? Kids hang on every word I
Say like a damn feign. Its too bad I don’t
Stand for a damn thing. Their parents say I’m to
Nasty for their damn teens. But I ain’t write it so don’t
Ask me what the fuck it mean. I got some other shit to
Worry bout instead. The more money more
Problems like the man said. Ain’t like my phone is being
Tapped by the damn feds. But my accountant said I
Can’t get out the damn red. I heard the people getting
Tired of my song now. The album dropped so now my
Fans are getting hostile. I only had one
Song that got the style right. The guy who wrote it yo his
Album dropped last night. My pockets on slim
Fast and Jenny Craig. The same clubs and
Restaurants that kept me well fed, reject my credit like a
Muslim do Baorshead. Good thing my boss is my
Boy, so I ain’t gotta beg. But now he hollin’ at me
Like yo where the loot went. We ad to clear the damn
Sample when the loop went. We coming up type
Short like a indent. And I just learned a new
Word called recoupment. I gotta pay for the
Video equipment, and every other
Detail and red cent spent. Oh hell naw don’t tell me
Bout no fuckin’ fine print. But tell me this, how the
Hell I’m gonna pay the rent. I got a live in
Landlord so now I tip toe. In and out the crib to

Find a way to get dough. I can’t make another
Record, cause I can’t flow. But I can tell you a little
Story and that shit go. There used to be a
Brother named Castro. That had a little
Problem with his cash flow.

THEM THAT’S
GOT SHALL GET THEM THAT’S NOT SHALL LOSE BUT
GOD BLESS THE CHILD THAT CAN WRITE HIS OWN RHYME SOME MIGHT
CHOOSE TO PRAISE SOME MIGHT CHOOSE TO SNOOZE BUT
THE
STYLE THAT I USE IS THE STYLE THAT’S MINE.
REPEAT
Track Name: Kick It To The Beat feat Probe & Asheru
Kick It To The Beat

IT GOES
ONE FOR THE TREBLE AND TWO FOR THE BASS. IT WAS
LOVE AT FIRST SOUND WHEN I WALKED IN THE PLACE. I’M SAYIN’ ONE FOR THE TROUBLE AND TWO FOR THE TIME.
IMMA
KICK IT TO BEAT CAUSE SHE SURE IS FINE.

Probe.dms
“I kick it
To your snare whisper in her ear, make it sound crisper
With a twist of air, smack her on the rear and make her
Disappear off the track, and have a love affair with the
High hats then bring them right back. So yo if you pound my
Heart with a hammer it would probably sound like
And leave a mad smoky cloud of boom. See I’m
Not the type of emcee to play a beat out, take a
Drum loop and shake it and break the hell out. Well that’s
Not the way I get down. I’m loving your sound. Your runnin’
Through my mind like the board playing them chords on the
Rhodes. I met you in rouge. I had you on hold and now I
Can’t afford to play. So you ready to J? I know our
Love will pass the threshold and never decay. Don’t ever
Give a dub away on any formats of data;
Micro cassettes, 8tracks, DATs or BETA. Your
Too fresh. God bless the creator that made ya. One”

REFRAIN

Asheru
“Hey
Bu, how you? My name is Asheru. I’m glad that
We can finally link up and do the One Two. I know
Brothers be hawking, Running game and double
Talking you to death, until there’s very little left. So let me
Not half step, and tell you off the top how you could
Uh uh get it get it, and don’t stop. I
Love your voice. Its like music to my ears. Love the
Way that you feel, enough to bring a man to tears. I
Love your body. Your booty banging like boom. Love to
See you at parties the way you captivate the room. When we
First met. I had to do a double take. Got
Caught up in the moment with no plans to escape. Now I’m
Getting it together so what do you say, to me and
You parlaying that old fashioned way. So when we
Step out of the party, I’ll take your hand, and me and
You can go travelling across the land. Its like you
Floating on air, above beyond and abroad. Love the
Way you hold me when I throw you up on the board. So when we
Step out of the lab girl I take your hand and me and
You can go traveling across the land.”

REFRAIN

Peace queen don’t stop for me let me walk with you just to talk
With you open up your mind let me paint a picture. You and
Me sipping on a freshly squeezed flow in a sound
Proof chateau letting royalties grow. No
Disrespect, but you got a whole lot a bottom and I’m
Curious as to how we sound in the mix. No
Tricks See I ain’t looking for no one hit wonder, but I
Think you ough ta know what I do for kicks. If we could
Get the first third to work than we could flirt till you’re
Slipping out you tight fit Pro Tools skirt. I wanna
Lay you down with nothing but your two inch reels on to
Make a strong song that’ll last real long. We could
Pan from side to side, no automation. Let my
Fingers do the walking through your knobs and faders. So
What’s up? We could meet for drinks at bar sixteen. I could
Drop you off now and pick you up later. If you
Don’t know who I am I’m a friend of your fam. I know your
Mom a SP and your pop’s a soul brother. So
Chill with the echo cause there won’t be no delayin’. If you
Still don’t believe me you can ask your Uncle Luva. So
Can I get a hug goodbye? You smell fly like a
Rose. That must be electric p by Rhodes. Matter
Fact don’t say goodbye. Say until tonight. I can’t
Wait to give you play in my humble abode.

REFRAIN
Track Name: Wax Paper
Wax Paper

As I start from
Scratch about this born suspect named Nic. A street
Legend, pulling hits was his infatuation. From
Birth his first spoken word was Tech, so by the age of
12, you could guess what would dominate his conversation.
He had a twin brother born 10 apart, one was
Dark, one was light, neither was right. Taking turns
Lettin’ off shots to move crowds with a needle point
Aim and an infra red sight, so they ruled the night.
His tone arm stayed tipped with a nickel plated.
So even in the cross fire they were never faded.
It was debated that the steel play was over rated.
But they negated all competitors who tried to state it.
Very few crossed the line and made it, without a
Scratch. For every new batch, there was a new catch.
Often, people asked Nic, why his revolver wouldn’t
Stop. He replied, “everybody wants me in a coffin”.
This pitch ass tried to get live at a red light.
He received 33 from a 45.
By the green light, the change is his heart beat
Tempo proved to Nic that nobody was exempt. So,
He took his game from the PJ centers to the
Club, constantly getting caught up in the mix.
Slipping through the fingers of the system. Waiting in the
Cut to see who’d be the next man to try an dis him. Till
One day, Nic was playing sniper again. Quiet but
Deadly, picking off his prey from the roof when
All of the sudden he had the illest vision. It got him
Amped, he stood up straight and started wuffin’. His
Twin bro. simply had no idea, that killer
Nic was re-evaluating his career. But his
Thought process made him defiant,
Equalizing, similar victims, from one major client. The
Concept hit him in a flash. There was much
More to this lifestyle led then petty cash. But his
Brother just couldn’t understand that every move they
Made was planned by the unseen hand. So
Nic flipped the script, from the new to next school.
Transformed the game and re-arranged the rules.
Self employed requests made a transition.
Corner the market by taking out your competition. But
Nic’s brother didn’t have the same ambition. He’d
Rather catch his victims than his fellow suspects. But
He agreed something had to change, so as they discussed
This, he realized his life lacked poetic
Justice. So Nic’s right hand man broke left to
Become one of the well known five fingers of death.
Similar ends with new means and motivation, cause
Now its volunteer work to vent his frustration. They
Both grew with time and skills became refined. But
One saw it essential to read between the lines. They
Both liked to see their prey dead, but one was
Addicted to seeing a pale body filled with led.
See Nic’s brother had a signature move, so folks would
Know he was the one out to get’em. Its like he pulled the
Trigger to the rhythm, just to make you think, that your
Fate, was signed and sealed with permanent ink. And
Don’t let the motive be anything more than cold
Blooded. Cause then he’ll put two times the effort in the
Caper. With diamond tip shells he’ll drop jewels in your
Dome, pull out your heart, and wrap it up in wax paper.
Track Name: Timeless
Timeless

My style has no birth
Record. You might know when my record was born, or how I
Play my favorite classics till the needles are gone. And true
Say, you might know how my mom’s push in seventy
Six, turned my world view, inside out in one
Day. But this goes back, further than that. Further
Than rap, before that first hospital slap. Way
Beyond the confines of joy and pain, further than pride and
Shame. Older than the foundation of the food chain. To
Born the understanding of an equal cipher. With the
Consistency of daylight, I shine so bright. I check,
One two, but I ain’t talkin’ bout no mic. I check
One Two, to calculate the science of life, to add
Things right and take care of my business. Allowing me to
Handle my pleasure like a pirate does treasure. My
Rhymes are buried too deep to measure by the sands of the
Hour glass in other words built to last.

I KEEP IT
TIMELESS BECAUSE I TAKE MY TIME WITH IT.
RESPECT GOES OUT TO CIVILIZED AND COMMITTED. “CAUSE
ONCE YOU HEAR THE CAPITAL” J, “RAP IT’LL STAY,
WITH YOU FOR AWHILE, AND IT WON’T GO AWAY”. I KEEP IT TIMELESS, BECAUSE I DO MY THING
REGARDLESS OF THE STRESS THAT YOUR LIFE MIGHT BRING.
SO
ONCE YOU HEAR THE CAPITAL J RAP IT’LL STAY WITH YOU FOR A WHILE .

What do you do when you got
Twenty, two minute tasks and ten minutes to deal
With it, and for the first five you bullshitted? This
Scenario, really best describes our folks, it’s like,
Devils got plans and niggas got jokes. Like an
Under dog team got hopes. But, hoop dream
Buzzer beaters choke when yawl triple teamed point guards
Go nuts. Power corrupts. And it’s a shame cause the
Hardest working’ squad gets left with a donut. The
Front runners say so what. They can’t back their home
Team cause they got no guts. And high scorers check
Stats, but they still have yet to win. Plus
Tomorrow they’ll be ridin’ the bench once again. So you
See, in this game of life, I’m not trying to be the MV
P, cause the enemy’s the clock, and the referee.
Because it’s obvious the world is out of order. I
Hope you wake up, because we’re in the fourth quarter yawl.

REFRAIN

Who pays dues plus
Sales tax, just to paint a picture with a thousand
Words, only to find out your vision’s is blurred. It’s
Absurd, yet it’s still observed, how the brilliance of
Blackness is lost when a sights unheard. As old
Rhyme styles fester like dreams deferred. New
Styles might shine at God’s speed indeed. While some
Still, “wear the mask that grins and lies”. Hides
Cheeks and shades eyes, but I’m not surprised. It’s no
Disguise, cause my five eye’s remain all wise. No
Excuse, cause the innocent are still downsized. No
Escape, we remain robbed killed and raped till you
Take back your mind and extract the lies. But
Until then, I still utilize my pen, to lead the
Lamb from the slaughter and the horse to the water.
Continuing to face the stress of life’s test. With
Rhymes that impress the best cause my mind is Timeless.

REFRAIN
Track Name: Get The Third
Get The Third

For the
First third, I’d have to borrow three words from Stevie for the
Issue. For what it’s worth I’m callin’ it official. To
Live and die for you is to live and die with you, if
What we got ain’t superficial, or artificial. I’ll
Feel at home with you if I share my dome with you.
Develop your mind to understand mine, it grown
With you. It’s hypothetical, I have yet to meet you. But
All it takes is time well spent alone with you. If
One pawn could move along and reach the eighth rank, and
Resurrect, with the grace of a queen, she would receive and
Reflect, knowin’ just what I mean, when I say that I’ll
Protect my useful land like the fearless grown man that I
Am. With a plan to expand that’s painstaking. Like
Feedin’ food for thought and regulatin’ mental bacon.
Correctin’ each other when we’re mistaken and debatin’ turns to
Arguing but up makin’ leads to the best
Earthquakin’. But still in all I need no reminder, that
God’ll be the maker and owner but not the finder.
So in this wilderness I will preserve the best part. For
Each Queen I meet I make it born from the start when I...

TELL YOU LIKE THIS YOU CAN GET THE THIRD
EYE OR THE LEG, OR THE LEG OR THE FINGER IF PREFERRED
I KNOW WHAT’S ON YOUR MIND AND SIS YOU NEEDN’T SAY
A WORD
EYE OR THE LEG OR THE BIRD.
REPEAT

I set the
Speed at which you twist upon your axis. From changing
your
Thoughts to turnin’ over on the mattress. The fact is the
Culture that I practice prescribes me the father of the
Civil, so most motherfuckers lack this. But more often than
Not, the kind of woman I attract is, looking to
Discover just another piece of steel. And you can test my
Hardness on Moh’s scale or Rockwell, but see I can’t be
Trapped by your magnetic field. To bring it down to
Earth I’m talkin’ bout your sex appeal. You got the goods
Mommy and you know I know the deal. Not even to
Concern with who’s the last or next to feel cause the sword that I
Wield sports a lubricated shield. The only problem
Is you never take the time to build. And then you got the
Nerve to say I treat you like a freak. I try to chill and
Conversate with you but besides don’t stop and that’s my
Spot yo we hardly even speak. So get to know the
Mind behind the dick that I’m slingin’. Next time when I’m
Done yo, try not o fall asleep. But still in all I
Really cant complain about your brain cause you the first on my
Mind when the time comes to creep. That’s why.....

REFRAIN

...I should have been chillin’ with peeps. I could have
Been, spendin’ more time relaxin’ or sleep. I would have
Been, pushin’ up on girls like the first two. But
Instead, I was wastin’ time fuckin’ wit’ you. On some
Bottom line shit I know I played myself in retrospect
Giving you the respect of a top choice
Select. On some never again shit I expect, I’ll chalk it
Up to trial ad error, but I can’t say I’m over it yet.
I of sound mind and body could have sworn you were the
Best of both worlds in my eyes yo you had no flaws.
Then I learned it was to good to be true, cause now my
Two favorite records are Wildflower and Truly Yours.
I can’t front though, you had me for a second. I was
Caught up in your words, over lookin’ your ways. Truth was
Seen but not heard, you was lyin’ for days, just to
Find yourself lost in your own damn maze. Now my
Vision’s clarified like Windex. You get the peace
Sign without the index, from ex to next. Too
Complex, I’ll translate. Fuck you! Clean bill of
Health, still I wish I never stuck you. Claim to be my
Earth, but your too trife. More like Mercury. You
Came close but too hot to sustain life. Now you’re
Cast out, far out like Pluto, three strikes
Through. Many are called but the chosen are few. So I

REFRAIN
Track Name: School's In Remix
School’s In

Who got the
Nerve ta, right some shit that you can swerve ta over
Tracks so phat there nick named Big Bertha.? It’s
Probably the kid that half your crew has never heard of. Who’s
Mind travels further, than pussy drugs and murder. So
When you play the role of the Timeless inserter, I’m
Sorry if your eighty five and you would have preferred a,
Album full of ignorance, that places an experience
Before the reasons why for the sake of soundin’ fly. But
I, grade your Style without the curve, cause you don’t deserve
Ta, receive a grade that might let you build up the nerve ta,
Bite the rhyme that feeds you and needs you to listen. My
Words are filled with crystal clear wisdom so they glisten. And
I fill in the blanks for all the answers that your missing. I’m
Rolling with a mongoose, cause snakes are steady hissin’ to
Expose my flaws like salt in sores. Since they
Cannot be reformed I simply kill’em by the fours. I'm the
Reason why this fluid is secreting though your pores and your
Spinal chord won1t let your fingers press pause. My
Concepts lurk in the depths just like Jaws. A
Predator of carnivores, terrorizing herbivores.
So in other words. Naw, fuck the explanation. See,
That’s what the rewind’s for so be patient. Cause
This is the direction that my pen should be draggin’, to
Transform your dollar cabs into bandwagons.

J-LIVE WITH A MIC IS LIKE A CHEF WITH A
BLADE. NO DOUBT, MAN I’LL CUT YA LIKE LUMBER
REPEAT

You see
Somewhere in between the old school and the new school, a
Master of the next school, came to teach the now school. Cause
Business class was steady playing old tricks on new fools. So
Everybody rocks jewels but can’t nobody drop jewels.
One track minded, blinded, thinking only pops cool.
Supply and demand rules, replaced by A&R rules. This
Scholar of the next school, he wasn’t trying to hear that. So
Principles and teachers abroad began to fear that, if
This guy makes an impact on the students that we played they’ll
End up having way too much control over their grades. See
Grades will equal status for power so just like college, they’re
So caught up in letter grades they skip the fuckin’ knowledge. See
That’s how music power shifts from listener to maker. And
That’s why music maker shifts from listener to faker. So
When the listener, graduates to be an artist. He’s
Still enslaved by the principles because they’re heartless. See
First they make you imitate another man’s skill.
Now you use your power for another man’s will.
Move the crowd’s mental and they tell you sit still.
Move the crowd’s pocket instead to get the bread. Yeah that’s
What the students gathered from what the principle said. They
Make you think the world bleeds green instead of red. But
Class is in session now so now that shit is dead. I’m
Comin’ through with knowledge and wisdom to fill your head.

REFRAIN

“Wait a
Minute what the fuck does choppin’ trees have to do with
Culinary?”. That’s the spirit kid analyze the lyrics, from the
Moment that you hear it see cause most don’t have the skill ta,
Utilize their ear’s function as a bullshit filter.
So their brain gets clogged and congested by the time and the
Effort that’s invested in illusion. And by the time’s
Definition of reality, by the time you get the
Fact they’re outnumbered in confusion. So I come. To
Get shit of my chest and up in ya. And I come, to
Make you feel at home with your power. And I come to
Plant seeds of responsibility, and I come,
Harder than a sleeper’s cold shower. Refining and
Refreshing. Reprimanding, those who say they’re
Representing, by demanding clarity. So when a
Mouthful don’t equal an eyeful, an earful sounds
Awful. At least that’s how it seems to me. So I
Lead by example in my sound proof room. And the
Comp gets trampled on my wack proof stage. And my
Answers be, ample in a packed classroom, cause my
Thought’s are reflected on a ink filled page.
Track Name: R.A.G.E.
R.A.G.E.

THE RULE OF
ALLAH IS GOD’S EQUALITY. DESIRE FOR MY
BROTHERS THE SAME AS I DESIRE FOR ME BUT WHEN MY BROTHERS STAY PHYSICALLY AND MENTALLY TRAPPED IN A CAGE
MY HEART FILLS UP WITH WHAT? RAGE! THE RULE OF
ALLAH IS GOD’S EQUALITY. DESIRE FOR MY
BROTHERS THE SAME AS I DESIRE FOR ME. BUT WHEN MY
BROTHERS STAY DYING OF EVERYTHING ELSE BUT OLD AGE,
MY HEART FILLS UP WITH WHAT? RAGE!

Against the
Machine that come in between my and my other mother
Siblings that that’s caught up in the green and the things that you can

Get beyond food comfy clothes and a home. And so the
Streets they roam without a civilized dome to
Realize that the traps is set, hounds is loose, pigs
Is juiced to put another neck in a noose without a
Second to lose, so powers abused and brothers are
Bruised. The devil’s amused as squad cars cruise through
G.H.E.T.T.O.s, were governments hold every thing that you
Own to a level where your poverty prone. So half of
Us will sell whatever it takes to make papes. While the
Other half are customers with hopes to escape as they
Hallucinate, sealing are fate. Despite the fact that your
Legacy’s great, they’d rather sit home and wait. As the
Means to survive and thrive are cut down, so those that
Know wrong but can’t afford right say, what now?

REFRAIN

Against my
Babies fake educators. The lieutenants for the
Legislators that hate us, consistently fade since are
Traders betrayed us with the sadist plot to decimate and degrade
Us before we old enough to be first graders. Putting
Pins in my babies heads. He could have grown to be
Physically thorough bread, but mentally dead. They hide the
Lies in the books that were meant to be read in the
Schools that either ignore em or can’t afford em. Now the
Bigger they come the harder they fall. But the younger
They fall the harder it get to stand tall. Cause the
Blind mans deaf son, Will be the dumb father
Of a blind child saying to hell with them all. With no
Family ties. So the next man’s family
Cries at the funeral cause somebody tries the wrong
Brother with the wrong nine doing long time
Where he learns that he committed the wrong crime in the
First place. Cause bust this. He should have aimed the same
Gun at the criminally insane justice
System that dissed him and kissed him goodbye from the
Start cause his world view was based on a lie.

THE RULE OF
ALLAH IS GOD’S EQUALITY. DESIRE FOR MY
BROTHERS THE SAME AS I DESIRE FOR ME BUT WHEN A
FIGHT BREAKS OUT, EVERYTIME THERE’S SOME HIP HOP ON
STAGE MY HEART FILLS UP WITH WHAT? RAGE. THE RULE OF
ALLAH IS GOD’S EQUALITY. DESIRE FOR MY
BROTHERS THE SAME AS I DESIRE FOR ME BUT WHEN YOU
TALK TRASH LIKE YOU HARD BUT YOUR HEART PUMPS
LEMONADE, MY HEART FILLS UP WITH WHAT? RAGE. WHEN ITS
WAR TIME AND YOU DON’T KNOW WHERE TO THROW THE
GRENADE, MY HEART FILLS UP WITH WHAT? RAGE. WHEN MY
BABIES SAID ROLE MODELS FALL VICTIM ON THE FRONT
PAGE, MY HEART FILLS UP WITH WHAT? RAGE WHEN MY
BROTHERS STAY PHYSICALLY AND MENTALLY TRAPPED IN A
CAGE, MY HEART FILLS UP WITH WHAT? RAGE! WHEN MY
BROTHERS STAY DYING OF EVERYTHING ELSE BUT OLD
AGE, MY HEART FILLS UP WITH WHAT? RAGE!
MY HEART FILLS UP WITH WHAT? RAGE!
MY HEART FILLS UP WITH WHAT? RAGE!
Track Name: True School Anthem
True School Anthem

OLD SCHOOL NEW SCHOOL NO SCHOOL RULE LIKE TRUE SCHOOL
REPEAT

I rock
Shit like this to leave skid marks. The way a
Point blank unchained pit barks. Or like the
Wide open jaws of a black shark. I’m like the
Starks that made you kids wanna get Clarks. Cause now you
See me now you don’t. First you feel me, now you won’t feel
Nothing but detached from yourself. So when the
Mic was detached from my hand niggas ran like the
Riffle was detached from the shelf. So when the
Crowd say your wack, and you gots to go. Step
Back or end up in the hospital. You got
Three hints on who bout to rock the show. Six
Foot God farmer growing crops of flow.

YOU BETTER
RECOGNIZE JUST HOW WE DO. WE LET THAT
HOT SHIT SIMMER JUST FOR YOU. WE BRIDGE THE
GAP BETWEEN THE OLD AND NEW. WHEN I SAY
WHAT SCHOOL IS THIS YAWL SAY TRUE.

You make the
Call in this lyrical brawl one for all.
All a get stunned by one just for fun.
No timeouts is called once my game’s begun, cause
If skills are raw then rhymes are well done. Son,
Who’s the pebble in the landslide trying to
Maintain when names don’t amount to a shit stain.
You can roll deeper than Farrakhan its still on.
J turns that ambush into that marathon. Cause
If mad heads was there, than mad heads was pet,
Cause mad heads could fly or mad heads could jet.
The stage is set and you drown in your own sweat. There’s
No point in getting upset, cause my shit’s not
Done yet. Just pray to God I’ll be through by
Sunset. I’m liver than electrical outlets
When wet. There might be time left to place one
Bet on just how bad opponents regret
Their threats. You swing hits like the Mets. Well
I’ll be, the whole damn MLB. So
Tell me, why let your dogs loose if you scared to
Sick’em. Would be suspects make the best victims.

CHORUS

Ayo
How amped am I? Yawl motherfuckers asking,
How damp am I From sweating J L I?
V E add a RY are my rhymes that
Fly? Needle in My third eye if I lie. That’s
Why with me battling is fucking with a Pussy emcee,
Whose wack rhymes are a STD. Cause if a
Dope rhyme’s A Jim hat, I run through more Trojans than
Notre Dame fullbacks at USC. So what’s the
Weather like? All of the above will be caused by Me,
Cause year round I’m down to put it on ya. They
Wanted me to Fall but instead I went ta spring
Summa these all season flavors upon Ya. I’m
Coming through to warn ya, a yawner is a goner.
Those who Sleep better realize how deep the
First step to fucking with me Happens to be. Heads are
Steady claiming that could never happen to Me. But
Steadily making empty threats trying to gas me with
Gun talk When rhymes remain unleaded and my
Tank’s not empty yet. Whoever though I had a
Microsoft word let your cursor press edit. And
Scroll down to undo rhyme, got to file hit
Save and quit, because You ain’t printing shit. Matter
Fact, if you don’t take them disses of Your disk Imma
Download a virus and crash your whole system.

CHORUS
Track Name: The Best Part
The Best Part

Emcees out there, pipe down and listen here.
Its J-Live and I brought Premier. And the
Crowd don’t hush no more they say yeah. HELL
Yeah with there hands up like they don’t care. True
School styles light up the night like Time Square. GZA
Said it this is not an 85 affair. Its the
Grand opening of a long career that’s been
Planned and developed for about ten years. Let the
Scene blur out selector press rewind just to
Show’em who’s flattop groove in 89.
Thirteen still lacking b-ball skills to shine but I
Got mine when I went home to write rhymes. Mastered
All possible tactics of pause mix. Saved
Up, copped my first Gemini starter kit. Like
Rocky these hands trained on the cheap shit. For every
Other dee jay, they was bound to skip.
Meanwhile now, for every new dawn I caught, my
Emcee style developed at the speed of thought. So hip
Hop was the vessel that convinced my heart, space and
Time make today’s son tomorrow’s star the best part.

Ten
Years, ten crates and ten rhyme books later, my
History daily renewed on its equator.
Supreme mathematics is now the translator as the
Stakes and the skills and the love became greater for an
Art form that spread from east to west side to
Coast to hemisphere look how hip hop grew. But its
Still the proverbial sad clown of music.
Exploited by many understood by few. I do the
Knowledge to the game from a birds eye view. If I ain’t
Have the stomach for it I’d a been passed threw. Cause every
Level I examine from A AND R to zigga zigga
Prove an emcee ain’t got a goddam clue. So let the
Babies be great. Break down the bare essence and
Build to born styles that’s dope and brand new. Let no
Man put asunder what the Bronx creates, Manhattan
Makes, Brooklyn takes, and peace to Queens to. Cause the
Strength of any Nation always been the babies let’em’
Learn from the elders that were strong and smart. So hip
Hop will be the music that still don’t quit. When the
Next batch of emcees prove to be the best part.

We’re gonna
End it like this in the place yawl, its like
This yawl and you don’t stop. Ayo
East to West I’m a contender with the best.
More or less you’re a pretender just confess.
Sell your mic and buy a bike because you’re weak. Or
Take a hike, when the J-Live starts to speak.
Save that shit for the toilet and watch me flush.
My styles a snow blizzard yours is just the slush.
My rhyme’s a red wood tree, yours is just saw dust.
I’m like a pizza, and Shit you’re just the crust.
So now you see the place I been is the place I’m at.
Dig up a seventh grade rhyme style and bring it back.
So when you write your first rhyme tell me how you feel.
Cause back then we wasn’t thinking bout a record deal.
But now a days when a kid wanna emcee.
Its like just another job in the industry.
So why you in it for the pocket or the heart cause
Today’s star gotta be tomorrow’s sun the best part.
Track Name: Braggin Writes Revisited
Braggin’ Writes

For underground
Metaphors, you could scrape and inch below the turf for
What it’s worth. My style’s been developed in the core of the
Earth. The exhale is 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, 213, to 21
2. In other words from Dallas, to LA, to
The place where J stay, everyday is mayday. So
You can talk your shit on how your wettin’ emcees with mad
Blood stains, but I’ll bet you can’t stand the rain. I’m
Looking on your brain with disdain. Go back and
Reflect on my endeavors black I can’t complain. It’s like a
Raw deal, consistent 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, that shit evaporated.
I displays my credentials over instrumentals.
And my potential, increases at a rate that’s
Exponential. It’s detrimental fuckin’ with my thesis. The
Penetration’s exact, like amniocentesis. I
Rip your shit to pieces after draining out your fluid. My
Vocab is fluent, yours is evidence of being truant.
I know you wanna make moves, but son you best to take a
Second look, before my knight takes your rook.

CAUSE
EVERYBODY’S RAPPIN’, AND ONLY FEW CAN FLOW. SO
WHY THE HELL THEY TRYIN’ TO DEAL WITH LIVE I DON’T KNOW. I HANDLE TRUE EMCEES ON THEIR BLOCK OR AT THEIR SHOW. SO
IF YOU GOT SOME BULL KID KEEP IT ON THE LOW CAUSE YO


I got the hair splittin’, self written, unbitten,
Style that leaves the competition running scared and shittin’ in their Pants. You best to set it off cause black it ain’t no second
Chance. Once I’m open, all you’re doing is hoping that the
Live one, will put the mic down, but son don’t try to snatch it
After. The laughter won’t cease from the comparison I
Dare you son. Step around the booth when I’m on. The
Microphone magician says poof, you’re gone with the
Wind. There’s no trace of your friends cause you don’t know
Where the beginning ends, or where the end begins. But you
See, that’s the difference you get sold, I get paid. Like I
Told, you get played, if your bold I have to reign on your
Parade You belong in Special Ed if you think you’ve Got it
Made. J-Live with a mic is like a chef with a
Blade. Cause suckers get sliced and sautéed, yeah you
Thought your shit was fly, but the flight was delayed because.

REFRAIN

I take the brain matter of pretenders through my
Mental blender and then return to sender. My
Pen don’t pretend to offend I intend to
Render emcees hanging loose like a fender bender.
I recommend regardless of your gender that you
Strike fuckin’ with J-Live from your agenda and
Remember that who ever lends a helping hand to
Defend ya will get burnt to a cinder. As I
End the reign of wack emcees with their suicidal
Tendencies. Rendering my sick with the thoughts of killing
Enemies. But then I return to reality,
Metaphorically murdering emcees when they battle me, you
Can’t rattle me, I’m not the average snake slithering through the
Grass. I surpass the serpent as I head the class.
You consider me crass as I wax that ass.
Styles no joke but you best believe I get the last laugh.
Track Name: Epilogue
Epilogue

What does it take to be a great emcee? If you
Ask me its much more than mastering ceremonies.
Because a lot of masquerading cornballs don’t
Realize it also means mad creativity. In
This day and age of mediocrity, there’s two types of
Rappers that you recognize and hear. But I prefer the
Ones with the lyrics of the year than the gimmick with the
Gear and the right puppeteer. Now you could be the
Next Rakim Shakespeare. You’re still ten
Steps away from having a career. You step up to the
Plate to earn respect from your peers, and end up on
Deck for the remainder of your years. I suppose this means
Greatness takes blood sweat and tears. It also takes an
Industry that doesn’t breed fear, by pumping al this
Mindless crap up in your ears, and limiting the
Contrast of what you get to hear. You gotta
Recognize it’s a determined idea. A righteous young
Mind is a devil’s worst fear. But when you wanna
Give the people peace and satisfaction, everybody’s
Momma wants a piece of the action. So now I fall
Victim to supply and demand. Immaculate
Conceptions born illegitimate. Destined to
Be the greatest story ever missed. Which means its meant to
Be for whoever’s hearing this.

WHEN ITS
ALL SAID AND DONE IT SHOULD BE HEARD AND SEEN TILL THIS
COLD HEARTTED GAME FORCES US TO CHANGE TEAMS WHILE THE
LUST FOR THE LOOT SPREADS OUT LIKE GANG GREEN. SO THE
HAVES CHASE THEIR TAILS WHILE THE NOTS CHASE THEIR DREAMS. AS THE
YEARS CHASE THE DAYS PASTS AND FUTURES MEET FATE LIKE YOUR
FIRST BORN WAITING FOR POPS RELEASE DATE.
POSTPONED MEANWHILE I ACCUMULATE MEANS TO
REVISE AND REVIEW WHAT WAS JUST HEARD AND SEEN.

Its been stated that I
Rhyme like god and I build like a poet. One
Hand wash the other like lady Macbeth. Flip
Styles like Bella Corolle. Warm hearted cold
Blooded. I write like opposite left. I left
Opposites right here they left off. My rights left
Right wingers left of right besides me. Left my
Right hand man cause he left what’s right. And I
Reserve the right to write till I’m free. Cause I
Free styles with my pen, that yawl couldn’t if you
Freestyled all day long literally. This
Literature designed for one orator,
Stays on the head emcees emsee, that I
Be the emcee’s emcee. Cause I m saying
What I m thinkin’, accept when my mind’s blinking.
My eye’s open, even when my eye’s drinking. I’s
A socializer, but more so with those wiser.
Ask yourself why’s a music so
Misused it’s self contained and not self
Sustained. I myself contemplate this,
Till I make myself complain. Shall my
Raps stay maintained rapped in cellophane
Till they’re unwrapped by humored consumers?
Emphatically no, so I rap wherever I
Go, and let it grow up in your brain like a tumor.

Refrain

Ayo you
Really think you know me well? There’s more to me than your
Mind got room for. And much much more
Than a clever verse or two. That’s all you know about me?
You ain’t even knowing that. You think I give a fuck
Whether or not my records sell? You damn right but see that
Ain’t the way I’m keeping score. If one million people
Said it does that mike it true? You judge my music by
Whether or not my pocket’s fat? Well fuck you and the
Cash cow you’re milking moo. It ain’t yours but the
Job pays well don’t it? And if you’re lucky you could
Even get to taste a drop. We’ll see who’s happy when you’re
Old but you’re not grown. You see me? now
Yeah, you see me later too. Fucking you up when the
Vantage point change don’t it? I know its hip but you
Determine if its hop or pop. You’re just a man without a
Voice pass the microphone. I know the diff between
Written rhymes and freestyles. But see for me it’s like,
Having sex and making love. And you should know by now I’m
Married to the pad and pen. But I’m entitled to cheat
On her every now and then. Will your children know their
Hip hop history? Will the songs you hate be
Shrouded in mystery? Don’t step to me with your
Stats and your date smarts. You know your neighborhood by
Street signs or landmarks? I’m not talking bout the
First record ever made. I’m talking bout the first
One that ever made you. The first records that I
Played never played me. And I can still play’em
Today cause they stay true. You notice how I’m only
Speaking on the timeless? It makes sense now and
Then yeah now and then. Cause right now its making
Picture perfect sense and then. Its making picture perfect
Sense like it did now. Cause right now its making
Picture perfect sense and then. Its making picture perfect
Sense like it did now.

Refrain