- J-Live The Best Part 歌詞
- J-Live
- {*scratched: 'Hip Hop'*}
[J-Live]
MCs out there, head down and listen here
Its J-Live and I brought Premier
And the crowd dont +Hush+ no more they say yeah
Hell yeah! With they hands up like they dont care
True school styles light up the night like Times Square
GZA said it, this is not a eighty-five affair
Its the grand openin of a long career
Thats been, planned and developed for about ten years
Let the scene blur out; selector, press rewind
Just to show em who flat top groove in eighty-nine
Thirteen, still lacking b-ball skills to shine
but I got mine when I went home to write rhymes
Mastered all possible tactics of pause mix
Saved up - got my first Gemini starter kit
Like Rocky - these hands train on the cheap ****
So every other DJ they was bound to skip
Meanwhile now, for every new joint I caught
My MC style developed at the speed of thought
So hip-hop was the vessel that convinced my heart
Space and time make todays sun, tommorows star; The Best Part
Chorus: {*scratched*}
'Like this in the place yall ; its like this yall, ya dont stop'
'I make it happen' ... 'On the mic'
'Do things for the kids' -> Prodigy
'Like this in the place yall ; its like this yall, ya dont stop'
'I make it happen' ... 'On the mic'
'God Bless the child that can write his own rhymes'
[J-Live]
Ten years, ten crates and ten rhyme books later
My history, daily renewed on its equator
Supreme mathematics is now the translator
As the stakes and the skills and the love became greater
For a artform to spread from East to Westside
The coast the hemisphere, look how hip-hop grew
But its still the proverbial sad clown of music
Exploited by many, understood by few
I do the knowledge to the game from a birds eye view
If I aint have the stomach for it Id have been passed through
Cause every level I examined from A&R to zigga zigga
prove a MC aint got a God damn clue
So let the babies be great, break down the bare essence
and build upon styles thats **** and brand new
Let no man put asunder to what the Bronx create
Manhattan make, Brooklyn take, and peace to Queens too
Cause the strength of any nation always been the babies
Let em learn from the elders that was strong and smart
So hip-hopll be the music that still dont quit
When the next batch of MCs prove to be; The Best Part
{Chorus} - cuts after 2/3rds
[J-Live]
Yo, yo, turn the music down, turn the music down
We gonna end it like this in the place yall
Its like this yall, and you dont stop
{*with hand clap only, no instrumental*}
Aiyyo; East to West Im a contender with the best
And more or less youre a pretender just confess
Sell your mic and buy a bike because youre weak
And take a hike when the J-Live starts to speak
Save that **** for the toilet and watch me flush
My styles a snow blizzard, yours is just the slush
My rhymesa redwood tree, and youre just sawdust
Im like a pizza, and sheeit youre just the crust
{*instrumental kicks back in*}
So now you see the place Ive been is the place Im at
Dig up a seventh grade rhyme style and bring it back
So when you write your first rhyme tell me how you feel
Cause back then we wasnt thinkin bout a record deal
But now adays when a kid wanna MC
Its like just another job in the industry
So why you in it, for the pocket or the heart
Cause todays star gotta be tommrows sun; The Best Part
{Chorus} - repeat to fade
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