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[Verse 1] Ayo, the hotter the summer, the cooler the fall The lesser you stress her, the quicker she call Now whether you short, or whether she tall The later you bust, the louder she bawl Now that was for them, this is for y'all The more for the little store, the less for the mall The smarter your plan, the better for all You fail in the plan, you plannin' to fall United we stand, divided we fall The quicker they come, the harder they fall You straddle defense, pickin' a brawl You loved by none, hated by all See eloquent words, never the wise Keeping it simple, teaching it real Live by the sword, die by the sword Swinging for justice, fuck how you feel Rappers with deals, tuck in they shines Fuck the chains, I'm talkin' 'bout rhymes Maybe they got 'em and maybe they don't Maybe they spit 'em and maybe they won't Nevertheless, fuckin' with mine Never the best, better with time Movin' the body, sparkin' the mind Keepin' the real heads pressin' rewind [Hook] I feel good! Ahoooooooo! About Hip-Hop! [x4] I feel
good! [Verse 2] Ayo, you feelin' the song, you happy it's yours You diggin' the cadence, you heard it before You know it's the freak for many emcees Maybe ya Kool Keith or maybe it's Breeze Maybe ya Flava Flav or maybe it's Meli Mel Or Maybe it's Run or maybe it's L.L. I'm makin' it mine, ya dissin' it fine Don't take it too personal, it's only a rhyme A minute has passed, a sucker was born One minute you're here, next minute you're gone If you can predict the shit I'ma say Initial my name, you know that it's justice I saw your mistake, don't take it too far Take kindness for weakness, the man for a star With either extreme, you're mentally dead, Take heed to the words, J-Live has just spoken Ya did it again, you thought I was jokin' You tryin' to fix, but you know it is broken You need to sit back, nod your head to the track And check out the lyrics so you can react Like this! [Hook] [Interlude: Woman Speaking] Okay, just relax, get very comfortable Relax, trust me, close your eyes, now just listen for
a moment Listen to the sounds of the room around you Remember that you are in a studio, a recording studio, With your name on one mat You're in the mic booth, you look around It's one huge empty mic booth You notice that the walls are painted in black The mic is black, the windows tinted black And all you can see is a very old computer screen Five letters flashing on and off You can barely see what the letters spell You lean closer to the screen, the letters become clearer And the word is rhyme [Verse 3] Ayo I'm trapped in the mind of a mad man literally It's not a metaphor kid, pay attention Reporting to you live from this first dimension In the real crowded room, I just want some attention And since you lack the bright, like high beams at night The silence of the noise is deafenin' to hear My lack long vision is the jack of a position But I can't tell if I'm in the front of the rear Formless I don't know if I'm a circle or square Let alone solid liquid or air I'm completing myself But can't confirm or de
ny if I'm actually here That's quite a fucked-up predicament, yeah I fell at home but I gotta escape This paradox in a box, I'm intent to solve this mystery I'm made up of dreams and nightmares Soliloquies, dialogues, arguments Fantasies, memories, imagery, symmetry, alcohol, history Love, life, death, joy, remorse and sympathy Actions, wishes, reactin' and hopin' But everytime the beat comes the door opens The out-of-our-body experience is showing me Jettin' from the exit, the entrance, the outlet I'm strapplin' through veins, blood vessels and muscle tissue Till it goes pitch black, and I still don't know if I'm out yet I wake up from the blackout, finish with the race Confined in a two-dimensional blank space Looking back on my original birth place Now taking the shape of a young black face Parts of my physical erased and replaced What was sight and sound is now feel and taste I **tal a fruit punch laced with toothpaste I'm shot from a cannon with amazing grace My identity revealed with the mystery solved
I see my purpose in life as I travel through time Ridin' the beat through audio wires recording venaire Waves hit your minds, I'm a J-Live rhyme
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