Ayo,
calling all hot college radio spots
I'm coming to your city
playing connect the dots
If you can't bite the apple then we brought
the applesauce
WHAT IT MEANS IS the versatile
still got the moxie
When it comes to
Shit you love, that gets true love
In places where nothing else
does
The underground rise above
All the cream in this coffee mug,
like what?
The steam when we make
shit hot, THANKS ALOT to
All those who know True School is a must
If the records in your crates
don't collect no dust
And your steel wheels got no rust
Tables are turning towards
Brothers with hot lyrics that keep
yours ears burning like
UNSPOKEN HEARD is down with us
C. V. (?) is down with us
Raw Shack records you just
can't trust but
Rolling with the punches is
a definite must
I'm number 7 on the mic
Babydoll don't forget
Some of y'all scratch your head
like your scalp got lice
I live and die for it, just cause, not just cuz
So if it ain't justice then you get just ICE
See, at the date of this writing,
yo my shit's on hold
At the date of this writing I'm predicted gold
If 500, 000 love real rhymes and beats
I'll be halfway to platinum
when it hits the streets
So did you miss me? (YEAH)
Well, I missed you too
Did you miss me? (for real?)
Yo, I missed you too
The hip- hop in my veins to
which I stay true
Tradition's brand old,
but the flavor's brand new
Now did you miss me? (word)
Then I missed you too
But if you diss me
You better know I diss you too
The hip- hop in my veins
to which I stay true
Got crab mutherfuckers not
doing doo- doo
Now do you think that you can handle
my derogitory style
That knocks the wind out
you like a flagrant foul
Oh, you drop some shit?
But I transform the crowd into
fecofeliacs when move my vowels
And when you got to try
to throw in the towel
I wet it, rip you with it, wait a minute,
don't look now
Cuz I'm so amped up to set this off
We goin back in time to snatch out yer mother's
(PUSH!) womb right now
Now, now, now,
how's that for hostile?
Who's that that stated
The Live one that brag is
the most overrated
Ain't I rated over most that brag?
Damn right, and one, now what?
See, yo, GIMME THAT MIC
What the hell you gon do with it?
You just mad cuz??? and your
shoes fit it
You need to find some lyrics
that can fill these kicks
Until then, just refrain from riding my dick,
But my juice on ice
that says concentrate
Has no expiration date
No matter how long you wait
So you better in a cesspool
with no BENCH
Tryna combat the STENCH
With a stick of inCENSE
Kid, it doesn't make SENSE
Claiming Live is past TENSE
Under false preTENSE
So repent with knees BENT
See, my time and my money's
both wisely spent
I'm beyond fresh
I'm heaven sent with a lemon scent
Cutting you up
Like Eric B. running for president
So a penny for your thoughts
isn't worth a red cent
Now, you stepping in my realm
of malicious intent
You get powerbombed like
a Sid Vicious event
So ask yourself, when your rules
and your back gets bent
Where your pride and your props and back- up went,
cuz...
J-live 
