Gonna, gonna, gonna, gonna Gonna blaze the cold rock stuff
Not trynna toot my own horn or nothing But, I'm pretty good at this shit man Yo, even with a half assed style know I'm sayin' Even with a half assed style matter fact, for all y'all niggas I'm a do this shit real slow are you read?
Yo, every now and then you see it on the menu Grab that shit kid, everybody else did J-Live records, stay respected That's that old shit, now it's just hot kid
Save it for the flavor, do your self a favor Don't hold back now, ain't it just wack how? So hard to come by and the sound done fly Heads used to slay that I dare you not to play that
Bring it back every now and then you, save it for the flavor Grab that shit kid, don't hold back now Everybody else did, ain't it just wack how?
J-Live records, so hard to come by Stay respected and the sound done fly That's that old shit heads used to slay that Now its just hot kid, dare you not to play that
There's so many of these wack ass emcees Try as they might, they just cant get it right Family traditions require me to diss'em Don't even really miss'em they keep me in they system
'Cause I got the true school rhyme style, shouldn't even speak on it The way that I freak it is kinda top secret Handed down to me the microphones and crowds After they gone, J-Live rocks on
'Cause there's so many of these, true school rhyme style Wack ass emcees, shouldn't even speak on it Try as they might, the way that I freak it They just cant get it right, its kinda top secret
Family traditions, handed down to me Require me to diss'em, the microphones and crowds Don't even really miss'em, After they gone They keep me in they system, J-Live rocks on