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With or without the mic when my mind gets phonetic
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The mouth gets kinetically energetic, its simple as your alphabetics
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My words you mark and never mock, long as my name has been Jean-Jacques
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I keep you open like your pupils in the dark.
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Dogs bark, at the gate, to negate what I create
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Still I write rhymes, regardless of the stop signs,
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In tough times or nice times
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For shade or for sunshine
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Throughout time, all times have been the right time, to recite mine
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To mankind
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Who wants mine, come get mine
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You best combine minds
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Before you cross that fine line
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And say who is so called inclined
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Press rewind
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You'll find if you're blind, you can't see
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How this defines and redefines M U S I C
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Who I be
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H I P H O P, you know we
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As them strangers
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That some wish they could be or not to be
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Impossibly
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As it transcends from hte pen, to the key to the mind
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You will find an emcee, good enough to envy
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As long as I'm alive
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It'll send me to that next shit
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That some just can't get wit' or F with
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My almamada tolf you that "it don'y quit" kid, it don'y start until it
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all seems to be so easy
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Chorus: Easy, Emcee is my ambition, The incredible, lyrical and
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original emcee is my ambition
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Who in their right minds thinks they can put a stop to hip hop
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If it don't stop till I stop
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And I don't stop till it stop
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Fake emcees that soak props like rag mops must get dropped
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Risin' to the top of the bottom
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That's how I got 'em
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If your hearts glass ceiling is my mind's glass floor
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Whose style do you suppose
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Reaches higher plateaus
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While you kick those sellout flows
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In hope to sell out shows
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But get your spots taken easy as the wind blos
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J remains repin all the heads whole steppin
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Whose style shall be the illest
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With or without the weapon
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With or without a doubt I maintain with just the facts
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Improving skills with or without the record contracts
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And yet still
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If that beez the case my presence was a gift in its own right
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So I remain strong
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Long as
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Hands cap on
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Snare drums tap on
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J's word stays bond
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And cornballs who rap get snapped on
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Live lyrics will be just that
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Just phat
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Just right for all those who feel my flavors tight
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I'm dedicated to the flow
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The only way the true lyricist could ever make it seems so easy
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Chorus
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As I reserve the right to renovate the Raw Shack with lyrical
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scaffolds
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Heads are battled as tracks are travelled
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You're unraveled
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Or should I say unrapped in this world where mics get checked and
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all cornballs get slapped
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Alright rhymes get rewritten
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No bullshittin
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Perfected
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JL run point and stays on it
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Mastered styles look back and laugh at first drafts
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Freestyles make toes wanna paydownponit
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Do anything but lay down on it
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Anestesiatics get trapped like rats in attics
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To craftmatics
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but then transform like skilled wax to insomniacs with my name in
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your almanacs infact
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I let my glory be that never ending story
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Like those that still inspire since seven albums before me
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Cause yo
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From this old school comes a new degree
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Yet to be mastered till longevity seems to be so easy
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Longevity
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J-Live |