Key: Gb major•
Verse 1
F#
G#m
For underground metaphors
You can scrape an inch below the turf,
for what it's worth
My style's been developed
G#m
F#
The exhale's volcanic,
The natural ability to run through your crew
F#
G#m
On 2- 1- 4 to 2- 1- 3 to 2- 1- 2
In other words, from Dallas, to L.A.,
F#
G#m
to the place where J stay
F#
G#m
Every day is mayday
So you can talk your shit on how you're
wettin' MC's
With mad blood stains but I'll bet
you can't stand the rain
I'm lookin on your brain
Go back and reflect on my endeavors,
black, I can't complain
consistent with the way I make you feel
The ends stay revealed while
the means I conceal
And those who try to steal
G#m
F#
You want to snatch my H2O type flow,
I displays my credentials over
instrumentals
And my potential, increases at a rate
that's exponential
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G#m
like amniocentesis
I rip your rhyme to pieces after
draining out your fluid
My vocab is fluent,
yours is evident of being truant
I know you want to make moves but, son,
G#m
F#
G#m
Before my knight takes your rook
Verse 2
and only few can flow
So why the hell they trying to deal
F#
G#m
with Live I don't know?
I handle true MC's on
their block or at their show
So if you come with bullshit please
F#
G#m
keep it on the low
Verse 3
G#m
'Cause, yo, I got the hairsplitting, self-
written unbitten style
That leaves the competition running scared
Once I'm open,
G#m
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,
how 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,
F#
G#m
you get sold, I get paid
Black, I told you, get paid
You belong in Special Ed if
you think you got it made
J- live with the mic is like
the chef with the blade
'Cause suckers get sliced
and sautéed
Yeah, you thought your joint was fly
G#m
because
Verse 4
and only few can flow
So why the hell they trying to deal
F#
G#m
with Live I don't know?
I handle true MC's on
their block or at their show
So if you come with bullshit
F#
G#m
please keep it on the low
Verse 5
and can't nobody flow
So why the hell they trying to deal
F#
G#m
with Live I don't know?
I handle true MC's on
their block or at their show
So if you come with bullshit please
F#
G#m
keep it on the low
Verse 6
G#m
'Cause, yo, I'll take the brain matter
of pretenders
Through my mental blender and
My pen don't pretend to offend,
You recommend regardless
of your gender
That you strike fucking with J-
Live from your agenda
And remember that whoever lends a
As I end the, reign of whack MC's with
their suicidal tendencies
Rendering me sick with the
thoughts of killing enemies
You can't rattle me
I'm not your average snake
G#m
F#
G#m
You consider me crass as I wax that ass,
style's no joke
But you best believe I gets the last laugh
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