The Incredible - J-Live

With or without the mic, when my mind gets phonetic

The mouth gets kinetically energetic, its simple as your alphabetics

My words you mark and never mock, long as my name has been Jean-Jacques

I keep you open like your pupils in the dark

Dogs bark, at the gate, to negate what I create

Still I write rhymes, regardless of the stop signs

In tough times or nice times, for shade or for sunshine

Throughout time, all times have been the right time, to recite mine to mankind

Who wants mine, come get mine, you best combine minds

Before you cross that fine line and say who is so called inclined

Press rewind, you’ll find if you’re blind, you can’t see

How this defines and redefines M-U-S-I-C

Who I be?

H-I-P H-O-P

You know we as them strangers that some wish they could be or not to be

Impossibly, as it transcends from the pen to the key

To the mind, You will find an emcee, good enough to envy

As long as I’m alive, it’ll send me to that next shit

That some just can’t get wit' or F with

My alma mater told you that «it don’t quit» kid

It don’y start until it all seems to be so easy

Chorus: Easy, Emcee is my ambition, The incredible, lyrical and

Original emcee is my ambition

Who in their right minds thinks they can put a stop to hip hop

If it don’t stop till I stop and I don’t stop till it stop

Fake emcees that soak props like rag mops must get dropped

Risin' to the top of the bottom, that’s how I got 'em

If your heart’s glass ceiling is my mind’s glass floor

Whose style do you suppose reaches higher plateaus

While you kick those sellout flows in hopes to sell out shows

But get your spots taken easy as the wind blows

J remains repin all the heads whole steppin'

Whose style shall be the illest with or without the weapon

With or without a doubt I maintain with just the facts

Improving skills with or without the record contracts

And yet still

If that be’s the case my presence was a gift in its own right

So I remain strong

Long as

Hands cap on

Snare drums tap on

J’s word stays bond

And cornballs who rap get snapped on

Live lyrics will be just that

Just phat, just right for all those who feel my flavor’s tight

I’m dedicated to the flow

The only way the true lyricist could ever make it seem so easy

As I reserve the right to renovate the Raw Shack with lyrical scaffolds

Heads are battled as tracks are traveled

You’re unraveled or should I say unrapped

In this world where mics get checked and all cornballs get slapped

Alright rhymes get rewritten, no bullshittin'

Perfected, J-L run point and stays on it

Mastered styles look back and laugh at first drafts

Freestyles make toes wanna paydownponit

Do anything but lay down on it

Anstesiatics, get trapped like rats in attics to craftmatics

But then transform like skilled wax to insomniacs with my name in your almanacs

In fact, I let my glory be that never-ending story

Like those that still inspire since seven albums before me

Cause yo, from this old school comes a new degree

Yet to be mastered till longevity seems to be so easy