Happy Belated - J-Live

Unforceable, invincible, atypical, enter this ventricle

Wide open like a child’s pleasure principle

My principalities remain unrinseable

Brain unwashable, dry clean only

So fresh so deep, never lonely

So genuine, my copies ain’t phony

So recognize and give me what you owe me

Your attention and long-term memory

Whether in solitude or assembly

I make (fraggles?) go BOW!

Never wimbly

I got my enemies shook like there was ten of me

Happy belated one of these days

I survive everywhere (the people wanna be paid)

So many ways, you must be crazed if you think that you can stop it

Think I don’t command props

You gotta redefine what props is

Well, it stands for proper, you can start there

Proper respect and my product you handle with proper care

Even though it stand the test of time

With the wear and tear

To make the grandstand, the new look threadbare

Still the fact remains

Those that want to test my threshold for pain

Better be well-trained or they won’t last to the refrain

Aim lyrics (BLAOW!) Two to your brain

I double-tap you where the source of the trouble at

I’m sure you had to double that

To show y’all the serious, furious

I bring the cat back to life from bein' curious

And scratchin' beneath the surface to a J-Live rhyme

The shit that make payola-playas nervous at your service

One of these days, even they may play the real shit, yeah

Even primetime need a little true school rhyme time

So let the sun shine on every square mile of style

And one of these days our rappers won’t be so foul

As the bullshit they wade through

Livin' in denial like the shit that we say don’t shake up

Or mold the youth, if you want to teach them the fine truth

Or let them think they bullet-proof

One of these days (BLAOW!) Right in the ass kisser

And don’t forget your get-over scheme

Here, take it with ya, I see through like a cipher

That’s why ya got — threw you out my cypher

I’m through tryin' to decipher the double-talk

Double that too, so the biters’ll get it right

And the writers will get excited

But see man, your bitch ass will never get invited

To a caliber, an echelon like this

Until something better was created

Then I say «Happy Belated»