For underground metaphors
You can scrape an inch below the turf,
My style's been developed
So brothers just panic when the
The natural ability to run through your crew
On 2- 1- 4 to 2- 1- 3 to 2- 1- 2
In other words, from Dallas, to L.A.,
to the place where J stay
So you can talk your shit on how you're
With mad blood stains but I'll bet
Go back and reflect on my endeavors,
consistent with the way I make you feel
The ends stay revealed while
And those who try to steal
You want to snatch my H2O type flow,
I displays my credentials over
And my potential, increases at a rate
It's detrimental fucking with my thesis
I rip your rhyme to pieces after
yours is evident of being truant
I know you want to make moves but, son,
you best to take a second look
Before my knight takes your rook

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Get now'Cause, yo, I got the hairsplitting, self-
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
all you 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,
Step around the booth when
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,
Black, I told you, get paid
If you're broke I'll have
You belong in Special Ed if
you think you got it made
J- live with the mic is like
'Cause suckers get sliced
Yeah, you thought your joint was fly
But the flight was delayed
'Cause everybody's rapping
So why the hell they trying to deal
their block or at their show
So if you come with bullshit
please keep it on the low
'Cause, yo, I'll take the brain matter
Through my mental blender and
My pen don't pretend to offend,
Hanging loose like a fend
That you strike fucking with J-
And remember that whoever lends a
helping hand to defend ya
Will get burned to a cinder
As I end the, reign of whack MC's with
their suicidal tendencies
Rendering me sick with the
thoughts of killing enemies
But then I return to reality
I'm not your average snake
slithering through the grass
I surpass the serpent as I head to class
You consider me crass as I wax that ass,
But you best believe I gets the last laugh