Текст песни J-Live - Braggin` Writes, слова песни J-Live

Текст песни J-Live - Braggin` Writes

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* this song first appears on "Braggin` Writes" b/w "Hush the Crowd" as a vinyl twelve inch - on this comp. Premier scratches the lyrics[J-Live]For underground metaphorsYou can scrape an inch below the turf, for what it`s worthMy style`s been developed in the core of the EarthThe exhale`s volcanic, the inhale is seismicSo brothers just panic when he Live one arrives withThe natural ability to run through your crewFrom 2-1-4 to 2-1-3 to 2-1-2In other words, from Dallas, to L.A., to the place where J stayEveryday is maydaySo you can talk your trash on how you`re wettin MC`swith mad blood stains but I`ll bet you can`t stand the rainI look upon your brain with disdainGo back and reflect on my endeavors black I can`t complainIt`s like a raw deal, consistant with the way I make you feelThe ends stay revealed while the means I concealAnd those who try to steal get decapitatedYou wanna snatch my H2O type flow, but it evaporatedI displays my credentials over instrumentalsAnd my potential, increases at a rate that`s exponentialIt`s detremental questionin my thesisThe penetration`s exact, like amniocentesisI rip your rhyme to pieces after drainin out your fluidMy vocab is fluent yours is evident of being truantI know you wanna make moves but son you best to take a second lookBefore my knight takes your rookChorus:Cause everybody`s rappin, and only few can flowSo why the hell they tryin to deal with Live I don`t knowI handle true MC`s on their block or at their showSo if you come with bull kid, keep it on the low[J-Live]Cause yo, I got the hairsplittin, self-written unbitten stylethat leaves the competition running scared and shakin in their pantsYou best to set it off cause black it aint no second chanceonce I`m open, all you doin is hopin that the Live onewill put the mic down, but son don`t try to snatch it afterThe laughter won`t cease from the comparison, how dare you sonStep around the booth when I`m onThe microphone magician says poof, you`re gone with the windThere`s no trace of your friends cause you don`t know where thebeginning ends or where the end beginsBut you see that`s the difference, you get sold, I get paidBlack I told you, get paidIf you`re broke I`ll have to rain on your paradeYou belong in Special Ed if you think you Got It MadeJ-Live with the mic is like the chef with the bladeCause suckers get sliced and sauteedYeah, you thought your joint was fly but the flight was delayedbecauseChorus: repeat 2X[J-Live]Cause yo, I take the grey matter of pretendersthrough my mental blender, and then return to senderMy pen don`t pretend to offendI intend to render MC`s, hangin loose like a fender benderI recommend regardless of your genderThat you strike messin with J-Live from your agendaAnd remember that whoever lends a helpin hand to defend yaWill get burned to a cinderAs I end the, reign of wack MC`s with their suicidal tendenciesRenderin me sick, with the thoughts of killin enemiesBut then I return to realityMetaphorically murderin MC`s when they battle meYou can`t rattle meI`m not your average snake slitherin through the grassI surpass the serpent as I head to classYou consider me crass as I wax that ass; style`s no jokebut you best belive I gets the last laugh

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Braggin` Writes

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